I neglected the fresh food this time round, last year I took way too much broccoli, in preference for some whisky. Actually, it was that Spirit of Broadside stuff, and Mike took some Oban 14 – most delicious in that setting. Everyone was impressed/appalled when I pulled out the whisk glasses. I don’t mess about.
The weather held out and wasn’t as hot as we feared during the day or as cold as I feared at night (I took a sub-one-season sleeping bag). Mike and I even went for a swift (time, not speed) run on Saturday evening, which was great until the sole fell off my shoe and I went over on my ankle a couple of times. We then had a dip in the freakishly warm tarn and came out dirtier but less smelly than we went in. The rain then set in for most of the night which made next to no difference other than giving me a sopping tent to dry out when I got home.
In other news, I am now at my fattest since my oh-my-God-I-am-so-fat-I-need-to-do-Insanity days. Psyche remains low, nay, absent. There are 12 days until Ride London 100 and 73 days until the Spartan Beast.
|Teenagers on a mountain. They have no idea how famous they are now|
|They really do love me|