Well it turned out to be a poor personal showing at Lord's Seat from yours truly. The first summit, aptly named Barf, nearly saw me do just that after getting a stitch early on. Having never suffered one before in a race, it left me in agony on the descent & I never really got going. So that was that, no pb this time but there's always next year.
At least the weather is improving, a couple of good runs out on the bike already under my belt in preparation for the weekend away in Scotland. Other excitement was a brief email flirtation with a lovely local lass but love's not on the horizon, so life's back singular normality, well almost normality. The Little Dog (who's been quiet recently on this blog) has been for a haircut to rival her master, i.e. back to the wood, & now looks like a slick racing version of a spaniel! I've tried to get her picture to publish but she's not having it. If only I could get her move as quick when we're out for a walk....
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