Saturday dawned bright and early, and a little less early – and possibly a little less bright – we dawned, too. The plan was to leave home at 6am, to get to the start for 7:30am, and wangle our way into the first wave of starters. We nailed the leaving part; the travelling part took…
Category: Race to the Tower
Bloody brilliant idea
I was wittering about race prep this morning, as you do. What…? No, really. You do. Anyway. This year, I am mostly running with my very excellent friend Rebecca. She’s very lovely and very zen and we always have the most excellent, giggling time. We did Manchester marathon together in the spring (I know; I’m…
Running Between The Water Stations 