Not to sound like moaning Myrtle but marathon training was going really really well. I finally felt confident, had seen the last 10 weeks of effort really pay off. In the form of a PB at the Run with the Wind Half Marathon in Stratheven. Then we got hit with the #BeastFromTheEast which led to
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
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