Driving back from work turned into a sluggish odyssey tonight, because half way home all traffic from the A9 got diverted through single track back roads. At least I had just run my final interval session for a while, had water, food and the radio. Continue reading 84 hours
It’s been a while, admittedly, so before this suffers further neglect, a few words on things. And of things there’s been no lack of whatsoever! Continue reading back on
I’m not going to better my time in the Harris Half Marathon this year; I found that out three days before the race, when I tripped and badly strained an ankle, unable to walk painfree, let alone run. First things first, though.
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
Scrolling down my timeline, a black and white photo of John Lydon came up, “Oh no” I thought, not another loss in (now) pop culture. Turned out, it was only about an interview with a local promotion site, his band Public Image Limited will play the Ironworks in Inverness on June 11th. Continue reading double up
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
Austria has a new president and the country is united, in that 100% of its people are convinced 50% are idiots. Continue reading habemus uhbp
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