10 runs done, only 3 more rather frozen weeks to go. The first ten days of marcothon have definitely been fairly varied. From a fast 5KM fuelled by the promise of mince pies at the end, to a dreich recovery run and a rather festive Santa Dash. Last week was the official start of my
Winter is well and truly here. Personally, my shorts and tank tops have been replaced with my winter running kit. Think bright colours, plenty of reflective bits and a few hidden tips and tricks, to help you keep warm but also cool down when you need it! I am always freezing to start with, but
Finding out I got into London Marathon for 2018, is something I don't think I will ever forget. Not the usual acceptance e-mail or magazine, but a personalised video from Sir Mo Farah himself congratulating me! It was certainly a great start to a Monday. I have no idea how I managed to win a
Marcothon. No, I have not mispelt marathon, marcothon is a thing. It's a collection of people who decide it's a great idea to run every day in December. Except their is no medal, no race day feeling, no nothing. Just you against you, running every day in December. All 31 days, yes that includes Christmas.
Living in Scotland, a fairly popular past time, is hill-walking. Never ever did I think it would appeal to me. Nonetheless, last Monday I found myself with a 5am alarm, ready to be in Perth for 8:30am, with first light and ready to climb my first Munro, Schiehallion. Things I learnt very quickly, Munro is