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I have just switched the computer on to write my July running update, and realised I have not yet written May or June. No idea how that has happened so I must apologise. The past few months have gone from crazy busy to quiet on the running front. In fact I don't have a single race booked in August, and can honestly say I cannot remember the last time that happened.

May

May started with a milestone run for my daughter and I. She completed her 10th adult parkrun and I completed my 50th. It was amazing to run together and achieve the milestone on the same day. She makes me laugh with her running as she sprints then stops, then sprints then stops and repeats. I think her time will only get better as she runs more and stops less.



In a bid to keep up my fitness and in addition to running I have started cycling more with the kids. Some times I cycle with them and others I run alongside them. It is very stop start but it is better than doing nothing. I also love a weekly spin class, and have to say the instructors choice in music is spot on.


Windmill 6 had been postponed in March due to the snow. When I ran it last year it was heavy rain and wind and this year was the complete opposite, bright sunshine and hot weather! I am not sure what has happened at the minute but I have been struggling to run. I enjoyed the course again but just couldn't seem to get going. It did however result in one of my favourite ever running photographs, which was taken by Steve Frith who is raising money for Woodhead Mountain Rescue.


May saw club runs and training runs. The warm weather made running hard work but still a welcome change to the snow. Training began for the Barnsley Boundary and whenever possible I would run a recce run of my section to ensure I knew the route well.


One of the highlights of the month is Liverpool Rock n Roll. We make a weekend of it as a family and have fun exploring Liverpool as well as running! This year was no different with a weekend spent in the city.


I ran a 5km race on the Saturday and then spent the rest of the day relaxing and exploring Liverpool with the kids. Little Man had a sleep on the grass and the girls watched people take on the inflatable course. The day just seemed to pass us by. The 5km course had been different to the one I had run the year before. I had felt pleased with how it had gone and happy that I seemed to be able to run again, given how previous weeks had gone.


Day 2 of the weekend is the half marathon followed by the fun run mile with the kids. The half marathon loops around the city taking in the sights before making its way out to a country park and over to Penny Lane. The first 10 miles are great. There is plenty of support, plenty of regular music and a great atmosphere. Then you hit the waters edge and it all seems to disappear. Those last 3 miles are just horrible and they caught me again. I vowed there not to do this race again next year. 

Luckily I made it back to do the fun run with the kids. Little Man had been crying whilst I had been running as he had missed me. I gave him a cuddle and he fell asleep. Just what you need before a run. Still we went out and we ran our mile. It is a shame to not be doing it again next year but I think I need a change.


I spent the rest of May running more boundary runs to ensure I fully knew the route. I will admit I did get lost on one of them. 


I continued to help out at Nostell parkrun and run it occasionally. This is one of my favourite photos of Nostell. The best seat in the house!


The girls took part in a test run for a new junior parkrun and are now regulars at the event. As the weather was also improving I took to the fells and had a play off road. I must admit I love it a lot more, even if I get chased by sheep!



June

June began the same was as May, with parkrun. RD duties this time. Seemingly whenever I RD it rains, any other day there is sun. Whatever the weather it is still one of my favourite places. 


I said my farewell to the Ramathon in June. It changed its name and ownership a few months ago, had I not already signed up I would not have gone even though it was my favourite race. I use was now, although the route has stayed the same the whole feeling around the race has changed completely. It was sad saying goodbye to somewhere that holds so many memories for me, but onwards and upwards. 


Barnsley Boundary took place and I am pleased to say I didn't get lost. I really enjoy the route and still run it regularly.


Another run that I did last year was the school run. A run with spectacular views and I even managed a PB. 


I managed some fun runs in June, even getting to run my favourite run Trunce. 


After take part in the trial run of the new junior parkrun, the girls also took part in the first event. It was a great success and we try to run there whenever we can.



One of the most brutal but yet amazing races I have ever done took part in June. The Pennine Barrier 50. My full race report can be found here. I think I am still on a high from this run, although I am not sure my legs have forgiven me yet.


If one Ultra a month wasn't enough I decided to go for my second of the month at Endure 24. Things didn't go quite to plan and you can read more here


I must have done something right at Endure because I ended up in a gif! See if you can spot me!!


July

There was only one other way to start July, well after the Endure 24 festival and that was with a timed challenge! This challenge saw over 30km of running. The route took you round Doncaster and was split into stages. Meaning you ran the timed sections and then did whatever you liked in the none timed bits. The total time was taken into consideration for the winner and not who crossed the line first.


It was a really tough route. The walking between timed sections really got to me at times and made the restart in running harder. Not knowing the distance between timed points also played a part. Had I known it was 1km I would have pushed a lot harder. Some sections were short and others over 10km in length. I am still undecided if I would do it again.

Another beautiful run with scenic views is the Toss O'Coin race. Another PB for me on that route and another stunning view.



The girls broke up for summer and with that training has taken a slight twist. Running during the day is now alongside them on the bike, more often though running takes place at club or in the evening. We still get our weekly parkrun fix together.


Even on our weekend away in London we managed a parkrun and she did her first spot of tourism. She was the only junior there and I could not have been more proud of her!



Whilst there might not be any races planned for August, it is still pretty busy with the school holidays. We are hoping to do some more parkrun tourism and of course the countdown to Berlin and Chicago marathons has begun! If you would like to learn a little more about my running journey you can read my interview over on a Beautiful space 

As the heat continues to rise I have also been experimenting with new ways to stay hydrated. On my long runs I am still using Active Root, as it helps to replace the lost electrolytes. I tried a protein water drink from Asda recently as a way to help increase my protein but it did not agree with me. Purdey’s is a multivitamin energy drink which I have been trying. It contains a combination of carbonated spring water, fruit juice, vitamins and natural plant extracts and offers a cleaner alternative to the established energy drinks brands. I cannot take the more established energy drinks so this has been a great option for me. 

In a bid to keep the kids hydrated I have been carrying Squash’d in my bag. Then when we are out and about I buy a bottle of water and squeeze a small amount in. The kids prefer the taste of juice and will keep themselves hydrated when we are out. I have also noticed that their moods improve when they drink more. It is a simple way to keep the kids hydrated and takes up little room in a bag. 



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Following a glorious morning at parkrun we packed the car and headed over to Wales for a short stay. The girls incredibly excited to be visiting Wales, J excited that he was coming too and Little Man just generally excited. Our stay was short and sweet, the reason was for the Conwy half marathon and not wanting a very early start on Sunday morning.

Conwy bay

As it happened we had a rather rushed morning. Car parking was beautifully organised and I need not have worried about anywhere to park. We parked with ease, £2  for the day, and made a short walk over to the start area to register for the fun run.  It was then onwards to locate breakfast, which I was still drinking hot tea as the fun run began. Never mind always up for a challenge. I pushed Little Man in his pushchair, carried tea in the other hand and ran with my eldest over the bridge and back in to the castle. A nice warm up run before the half marathon started.

Once again a race I got stuck in a rather long toilet queue, which meant the race had started by the time I arrived at the pens so I started from the back with the 3hour predicted times. I quite enjoyed starting here and I eased into the race.

The first mile is over the bridges and out towards Deganwy. A few undulations but nothing too major. The marshal just passed the 1 mile maker rang her bell too enthusiastically and it shot into the runners, always good for a giggle. Continued running, legs felt good, breathing felt good and the two mile marker went passed. The next marshal was dancing to keep herself warm, plenty of crowd support and it felt comfortable. The undulations began to increase as we went past Maesdu Golf club and onwards to Llandudno. 

The road to Llandudno was beautiful, simply picturesque. A little hill, followed by a gorgeous down hill to the sea. The sea glistened with the winter sun and it was just stunning. A runner behind me shouted to the crowd, 'It's all flat now, right?' The crowd laughed, a rather evil laugh. The Great Orme was in front of us.

The first part from the pier to the headland wasn't that bad. I had a joke with some other runners who were chanting, 'We are from Yorkshire this is not a hill' all the way up, it gave a good giggle and before I knew it I was turning the corner. It looked pretty flat for a moment, so I regathered my composure and my breath and continued. Mile 6 went passed and I was feeling good, half way done. I knew in my head that there was only 1 mile of hill left, I had checked the route before. I could see a slight incline in front and then it looked flat, well flat ish, as it went around the corner. Yeah right. Round the corner was the most evil little kick I have ever seen. Not one runner was running. Even the 2hr15 pacer in front of me was walking. I focused and went for it. My word my legs burnt. Every part of me burnt. Breathing was difficult and I needed to refuel. I grabbed my sweet from my pocket, walked whilst I unwrapped it and the burning eased off. I pushed onwards to the top. Never have I been so grateful to see the top. 

Mile 7 saw the most spectacular views I have ever seen, and I even thought I need to walk back up here with the kids to show them this. People were stopping to take selfies, it was amazing. The top also saw a dedicated jelly baby station and a water station. Much needed jelly baby and then it was onwards to a rewarding downhill. 

Conwy half hill profile

I wanted to stay at the top and take in the views but instead let gravity take over whilst my legs recovered before pushing down the hill. I didn't see the 8 mile marker, I am assuming it was there. Instead I was far too busy shouting 'weeeeeeeee' in my head all the way down the hill. I looked at the pace on my watch 4.07min/km I almost died, and then continued to run. 

The route back was now the same as the out but in reverse. Passing the golf club and onwards to Deganwy. Those little undulations now hurt, but I wasn't stopping. I had 30minutes to get back for a sub 2hr and 4 miles to go. I simply pushed and ran as hard as my legs could go. I was seeking the 2hr pacer, trying to find them in the crowd but couldn't see them. A parkrun I kept saying, and in my head picturing my home parkrun route as I pushed up another hill.

10 mile marker went past, legs beginning to feel a bit tired and I wondered if I had pushed too hard. I wasn't stopping now. I calculated if I continued I would finish at 2hr6secs, a PB, but I wasn't settling for that. I ran harder.

11 miles and I could see the castle. We had driven this road earlier, I had run this way on the out. I was nearly there now. I maintained pace, saving something for the last mile in.

12 miles. Race Angels started appearing. What a great idea, runners who come to support you for that last push home. Loved it. I turned the corner to the bridges and began to push home. They didn't feel this far on the fun run, or on the way out but my word they felt far now. First bridge down, last to go. I wish I had kicked a little sooner, I had misjudged the bend after bridge and the rather fast downhill finish. I saw the clock 2.10.59 and knew I had over 6 minutes to deduct from that. Happy with a new PB. Happy I had pushed at the end to finish within the 2hr6 I had calculated, but still a little disappointed it isn't a sub 2hr. It will come I know it but I really wanted to get there before the year was out.
Me and conwy half marathon medal

Would I do it again? In a heart beat. Even with that mega hill in the middle, the views more than made up for it. Running that downhill was phenomenal and it is such a beautiful course. The girls have asked when they can run it again.

Conwy medals

After the run we had a walk round Conwy and explored the castle before heading home. A very short but sweet trip to Wales and one I hope to repeat next year!




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Worksop half marathon was another bucket list race.  One I had heard plenty about and one I always wanted to give it a go.  I had put a plan of action in place for the race, a clear split time and times, knowing exactly what needed to be done and when.  

Little Man hadn't got the clock changing memo so I had a very early 4am start.  Giving me a total of 4 hours sleep, not the best preparation for a half marathon.  After demanding pointless on my phone for over an hour I finally got out of bed and started to get ready.  My split times were carefully written on my arm in biro and we were all ready on time to set off to Worksop.


It was the first time my Mum had accompanied me to a race, she was doing the fun run with the kids whilst I ran.  We all headed over to collect numbers, before the usual pre race preparation took place.  Am not sure why but I really wasn't 'feeling' it.  I had a plan, I knew what I was doing, but I just wasn't there.  Wasn't in the zone.  I blame the tiredness.

A 10minute delay on the start meant I really wasn't ready for the off, penned up and perhaps in the wrong pen who knows.  It was time to run and as I ran over the chip mats and metal grids I remember thinking this isn't going to go well.  The first mile is up, and purely up, as you wind out of Worksop and towards Clumber Park.  Roads that seem to go on forever, a sea of fluorescent colours are in front.  2000 runners.  The first mile was hard work, trying to settle into a much slower than comfortable pace.  The slower than usual effort up hill made it even harder, and I just could not get the pace right.  Second mile was too fast as I over compensated for the first, and the third too slow and so it continued.

The route continued down the road and all I could see was waves of people.  Bright colours in front and lots and lots of hills.  Plenty of ups but very little down.  I was singing songs in my head at this point.  Trying to read the biro on my arm and trying desperately to get the pace right.

The route felt really monotonous, tarmac and trees, lots of up hills.  My head started to play mind games, and it began to get really tough.  The heat and the low sun really wasn't helping, I refuelled at the 5k water station, which is something I don't normally do.  My head was a mess and I was just so tired.  I took on my flapjack earlier than I wanted to, around the 5mile mark, as a bid to combat the mental mind games that were going on inside my head.  It wasn't enough.  By mile 7 I was done.

I had no pain, nothing hurt but mentally I had lost it completely.  All I wanted to do was stop, sit down and go to sleep.  I just couldn't focus any more.  No longer cared about the split times on my arms, no longer interested in the overall finish time.  I just wanted to stop.  I dug deep, one foot in front of the other.  Thinking about the fact my kids would be at the end to see me finish for the first time.

It no longer mattered and by mile 8 the mental mind games won and I started to walk.  My friend got behind me and physically started dragging me around.  I just wanted to stop, I really wasn't wanting to run any more.  The route was the same old, same old.  I had seen it for the past 8 miles and I longed for a downhill.  

Mile 11 the scenery changed slightly but it still wasn't enough to shift the mental doubts and the flapjack hadn't kicked in so I felt empty.  Mile 12 came, it had dragged to get there.  Dragged to see that 12 mile marker but there was only a mile left so I put my big girl pants on and, much to the delight of my friend, ran.  I needed the race to end, I had had enough.  As we ran down that road I was looking for the right turn back to the finish, it seemed to take forever.  My head still asking me to stop, but this time I just needed to finish.  To push that last little bit and end the race.

Finish time 2hr 08min.  Planned time 2hr 06mins.  I know if I hadn't have lost the plot that I would have smashed my planned time.  I had achieved a half marathon PB but it didn't feel good.  I feel like I cheated a PB, that I didn't really earn it, I didn't work hard enough for it and it just feels wrong.

I crossed that finish line and felt rubbish.  I was utterly disappointed in myself. I was cross and angry. For the first time I experienced a pure runners low, it didn't feel good.  This wasn't the way I wanted my kids to see me.  Brave face applied and they ran to greet me. I was tired, I wanted my t shirt and I wanted to go home.  

In honesty I have been on a pure low since Worksop.  I want to run but don't feel good enough.  I feel slow and I am letting my mind win when I do run.  It's not a lack of mojo more a lack of belief.  I think a feeling of not getting anywhere and not achieving my goals.  Am sure it will come back in time, I need to get rid of this dark cloud first and start focusing again.

Would I do Worksop again? Am not sure. A part of me wants to go back to do it right, but at the moment that route is just too fresh in my mind.  I think we shall wait and see.





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I have gone back and forth with writing this post.  How to write this race report and what exactly to say.  

After a very early morning and a 1 hour drive I arrived ready for a 9 am start.  There was no marshals out directing where to park, or any clear signs of where to park so as a result parking was a bit of a free for all.  In fact I did wonder if I was in the right place given the complete lack of signs about anything.  I spotted another runner and simply walked behind them, we wandered around aimlessly before finding an open door.  Here I was told the race had already started, then I was told it was a 10 am start.  Great I had more time to pass.  Where was the start I asked? Don't know came the reply.

I stood outside and admired the view.  There were 3 races happening.  A 5km, a 10km and a half marathon.  The half was supposed to be 2 laps of the 10km course.  The 10km course was pitched as flat, the half marathon as undulating.  The half we were told to wear trail shoes, the 10km road.  Everyone was rather confused.  No clear signs, no idea what time to start and no idea where to start from.  People started heading down the hill, so that is where I went.


A few cones and a start flag were spotted and we started to congregate around them.  10.25 and still no sign of anyone in charge.  10.30 a white van pulls up and starts laying chip timing mats!  10.35 the word go is shouted and we start running.

A nice downhill start, followed by a run through the woods and uphill to 5km.  Not trail shoes surface but still off road.  5km is a water station, with cups, followed by a nice flat/hilly [those little hills that are just slightly bigger than bumps] maybe wavy route before a steady downhill.  Road running then started again before the turn into the drive to lead back up to the house.  I do mean up!!

Here it all went a bit wrong.  Up to that point there had been a person stood and pointing, not very enthusiastically I might add, to stop you from going wrong.  The person at the top of the hill back in was lovely, friendly and encouraging.  The 10K were going on to the finish line and we were to continue straight on.  Then there was no one to turn us back round onto the loop, and no sign.  Runners all over the place guessing which way to go.  Was a slight nightmare.  We got back onto the route to do it all over again.


Lots of the half runners stopped after 10km as the route was very hilly and they simply did not want to do it again.  I must admit I thought about it.  I have never known a race like that before.  The start was eerily quiet.  No cheering, no clapping, just the pounding noise of feet on concrete.  Very weird.  Everyone confused as to what was happening.  Very little support from the marshals and whilst I appreciate they gave up there time, a well done would have been nice.  Route was badly signposted.  I had no idea which way to go and the mile markers just baffled me.  Some where in km and others in miles.  Finally when we did cross the finish line we were asked what race we had done to be given the right medal.  Oh and the t shirts were only available in one size.

I was really disappointed with this race.  I have put it down to a learning experience and moved on from it.  To make it worse 2 weeks after running I discovered my medal in several pieces, the ribbon still on the hanger the rest all over the floor.  Guess this one was just not meant to be!


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May was such a beautiful month to run in.

I love to run off road and May seemed to be such a beautiful month to do this in.  Bluebells were out in force, filling the woodland floor with a beautiful blue carpet.  As my running partner and I ran through the woods we just kept stopping to look at how beautiful the bluebells were.


I was getting fed up with plain black leggings so in May I decided to invest in some funky leggings.  I bought some whilst we were in America and ordered a few pairs online.  They have brightened up my runs and I love my stripey pair from America, they are so comfy!


Marathon training has now officially started which means I am training to do 1 long run every week.  I decided to see if I could cover a half marathon distance for my first distance run.  It was a gorgeous day and J was happy to run with us.  I covered the half distance faster than I had previously raced it!


May had some beautiful mornings to run in.  Bright blue skies and some fantastic views.


Not only would I like to run around the world, but I also would love to run in every county in the UK.  We visited Mablethorpe recently for my youngest daughters birthday and I could not turn down the opportunity to go for a run to the seaside.  It was incredibly windy but worth it to run along the sea front.


My second trunce of the year and I was bouncing off the walls with excitement! I enjoy every second of that race and look forward to it on the race calendar. 

More training runs followed in some beautiful woodland and I could not have been happier with the way May was progressing.  My runs were getting faster and stronger.  My fitness was improving and I felt every run was getting better.  I could finally see progress.


My parkrun PB was for the first time sub 28 minutes and I finally felt all my hard work was paying off.


J was enjoying all the running too.  He loves coming out on club runs and we were running twice a week with club, in addition to our runs together.


In order to fit marathon training around the children I started running at 4 am.  Watching the sunrise as you run is amazing.  It made for some very beautiful mornings.


On one of my long training runs disaster struck.  A few km into my run I felt my ankle twinge, but it wasn't painful enough to stop.  As the run went on it got worse, until the point where I could run no longer.  Even on the downhill I wasn't able to run and I was so angry with myself.   The views were amazing though.  I would love to run the route again one day, the downhills have to be done!


I was unable to walk, let alone run so had to cancel a 10km race I was really looking forward to.  I was down to volunteer at parkrun before I injured myself and whilst driving was incredibly painful I still went to enjoy the parkrun atmosphere.  I love my parkrun family, they were so incredibly supportive and I had a great time helping in the beautiful weather.


I was missing running and missing club so I went along to one of the training sessions.  Not to take part, I could not walk, but simply to be there.  I even got to take some photos of the session in progress.  It was just nice to be surrounded by team mates again.


My wonderful physio taped up my ankle for me in order to complete the races I had booked in over the weekend.  I had been looking forward to them for over a year and didn't want to cancel the whole weekend.  


I was incredibly nervous for the race weekend in Liverpool.  Still unable to walk I had no idea how I was going to get around the course.  My plan was to take it incredibly steady and just see how it felt.  I had no time in mind and my friend Sarah agreed to let me run with her.

We stayed together and I found a weird run in order to get me round the course.  It was a limping style run but it seemed to work.  I managed to get around the 5km almost pain free and whilst it wasn't fast or pretty I still got round.


The next morning I woke up early to get ready for the half marathon.  My nerves had really started to kick in.  I decided again to find a steady pace and just see how things go.


The cut off time was 4 hours and I knew I could complete the course walking within the time frame.  The issue I had was making it back in time for the kids mile race, so I actually had 3 hours. The time however kept getting shorter and shorter as I was in the back pen which got set off late.  The route was lovely, a scenic tour of Liverpool.  There was plenty of music on route too which helped to make the miles pass really quickly.  It was such a lovely route, even with the random hills that kept popping up.  Miles 10 to the finish was along the river bank and it was here the pain started to set in.  

I saw the finish line on the horizon and pushed to get there.  My finish time was a new PB, which I was happy with especially due to the injury.  My next challenge was to complete the 1 mile fun race with the kids.  It turns out my youngest wanted to run and walk which suited me well!


As soon as we had finished we made a dash to the airport and headed for a week relaxing in the sun in Spain.  Just what my tired and achy foot needed!!  Yes before you ask I travelled to Spain wearing my full running kit!  The remainder of May was spent recovering and resting ready for my favourite race at the start of June!
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This weekend I made a trip down the motorway to Derby to take part in my first half marathon.  I had decided to book a hotel room for the night in order to get a good night sleep prior to the run.  I was pleasantly surprised as I booked the hotel at the last minute but it was really nice.

I booked a night at the Pentahotel Derby, which was 0.5 miles from the start line.  As parking was £3 for hotel guests I also knew I would have a parking space for race day and could walk to the start line.  The room was clean and comfy and had a large TV on the wall.  I wish I had got there earlier so I could have laid in bed to watch TV.

Pentahotel bed

I loved all the little touches in the room, the fact there was a charge point by the bed was a huge plus and I did not need to untuck the bed sheets which meant I could get straight into bed was a bonus.

pentahotel derby

After a good night sleep I made my way over to the iPro stadium for the start of the race

ipro stadium start line

I was beginning to get very nervous, my first half marathon was about to begin.  The run began and I got myself into my own pace, I watched as the faster runners went past but to be honest I was not bothered.  I was in my own world and rather happy.  Around the 2 mile I began to realise how hot it actually was and could not wait for the water station.  The event was incredibly well organised with a water station every 3 miles and St Johns Ambulance seemed to be at every turn.

I continued my run, passing beautiful scenery and villages.  The support was fantastic with the people of Derby lining the streets cheering us on and handing out biscuits.  At the 5 mile point the route began to change into countryside and as my mind was starting to drift, perhaps with the heat, I bumped into a wonderful lady who stayed with me for the rest of the run.

The Ramathon was such an amazing run, I was so impressed at how well organised it was and by the support from the crowds.  Even with runners experiencing difficulties we would help each other and support each other.  I met a friend for life and am already looking at the date for next year.

I completed my first half marathon in a time of 2 hours 39 minutes and 20 seconds, this does include a slight run detour [as I spotted a public toilet], and the stop we had to make to let the ambulance past us to get to another runner.  Overall I am really pleased with my time.

the ramathon

My running calender for the next few months looks like this:

28th June 5K colour run
12th July 10K Leeds
18th July 5K Pretty Mudder
1st August 5K Run or Dye

I am also pleased to announce my partnership with Brioche Pasquier.  Brioche Pasquier are sponsoring me for the 5K pretty mudder.  Last year they raised £20,000 for Cancer Research UK through their Raise Some Dough promotion.

Brioche Pasquier is France’s favourite family run bakery, using traditional recipes and authentic baking processes to create delicious brioche products for all the family. This unrivalled knowledge of French baking techniques has been passed through generations of Pasquiers since the first bakery opened in 1936. Brioche Pasquier products can be found in Tesco, Morrisons, Sainsbury’s and Co-op.

I have a few other 5K planned throughout the summer all in preparation for the Yorkshire marathon in October.



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