Running 2:00:00 [3] 9.0 mi (13:20 / mi)
This was a horrible haary day, but after various faffage involving aborted cycle rides, waterlogged rugby pitches and drunken husbands, Claire and I ran in the Pentlands.
We got lost. In trees. On the Pentlands. It was beyond the realms of soggy and miserable, and into those of barking good fun. I remembered why I like hill running.
Panic JK long elite training for both of us. Claire was in good shape at her expected finishing time of 75mins. I was in bits an hour short of mine. On the plus side, there was mud and there were tussocks an I didn't fall over.