Dingwall seemed closer than the last time I went up there. It was like I hardly even glanced at my car before I found myself up at the Cioch Lhess start line. I had mixed emotions about my condition at the start of the race. Partly I felt prepared having run exactly once per day
There are few parkruns in l’Hexagone but luckily there is one in Bordeaux, where I found myself this Saturday. Malhereusement, the Bordeaux parkrun is 30km north of the city so of course the only reasonable way to get there was to hire a motorbike and hit the road. Luckily France eased me into the day
Beinn Dubh, I hardly recognised you in such dry conditions! In fact, it was so dry that if someone like Finlay Wild turned up the record was in serious danger… oh wait that’s exactly what happened. I wasn’t in the mood for a race but can’t refuse an offer for a trip up Beinn Dubh.