I’ve never used an emergency blanket, yet yesterday I wrapped myself tightly in one, half an hour before the start of the race. No emergency as such though, just to shelter from the wind and rain, sitting in the small boat that took me to the start of the Cape Wrath Challenge 2017.
It’s been a while, but sore feet tonight at last, after a decent afternoon outing to the hills with Luna. This time it had been her that was ordered strict rest, after a particularly nasty farewell gift from bloody 2016. Continue reading blood moon
For the past few weeks since the Loch Ness Marathon I have done close to no running at all. I also overlooked that the clocks were going back the night before the “Culloden 1746” event and slept rubbish … looking back, it might have been a good idea to train little and sleep even less; or maybe not. Continue reading onward upwards
The alarm went of 5:55 on Sunday morning. Ninety minutes later I sat in one of the many buses taking us to the start of the Marathon near Fort Augustus. Continue reading 42 200
The sheep left and right of the road were mostly still asleep, when I made my way to Portree today at dawn. Continue reading skye run
Whoever set the course for this year’s Fyrish Hill Race was a very cruel man (I accidentally happened to tell him so, too). Continue reading uphill singletrack
I recently got in touch with my coach to ask his advice for the weeks ahead, he insisted it was time for my first LSD trip. Continue reading LSD trip
Luna did not look pleased at all when getting my trainers on was not as usual followed by her getting a collar and lead. Anniversaries allow for exceptions though. Continue reading 12k aftermath
It’s going to be cake-in-bed day tomorrow, followed by pottering about joyously for a while and the strong likelihood of more cake throughout the day.
Looking at the ticking race clock after passing the finish line earlier today, I was chuffed with my time, but that only lasted a few seconds. Continue reading Half Ness