Petite Feet Runaway

Training for the conditions is probably a good idea. Some may even say important. Then there are others who just feel the pull of a snowy Scottish trail the week before their sun-beaten road marathon and think 'well, it'd be a shame not to.' I am one of the latter. So I had a gentle two-day, 40-mile taper on the West Highland Way the weekend before the Gran Canaria Marathon. There was some good chat of weddings and meeting of new folk. No one broke their leg coming down Conic Hill and there was some romantic snow on the Sunday. But then, you cannot force 24 degrees upon a Scottish winter anyway so don't fret and jog on. Thanks to Ian Minty for organising and taking a rather wet, talkative Kiwi to the train station afterwards. And Lucy Downie, for that brilliant hot chocolate! Sorry to all for being slow. Heather and I Last time Scott and I went on a marathon holiday with Norm and Ally, I blitzed them both and ran a personal best. We ended up in some Star Wars the...

It's complete. And I conquered. The Marcothon is very exciting. It goes a bit like this; run, run, run again, put the washing on, run slower, try to run fast, feel happy to run slow, put the washing on, run for a curry, run to work, just run. And then put the washing on again. I thought I'd find it much harder than I did. To be honest most of my runs were slow 25 minute plods but they counted. There were less temper-tantrums than I expected. One evening feeling sorry for myself after too many seven day work weeks in a row, Scott told me that I didn't have to go for a run. But I did have to. I could deal with the cold dark run better than I could deal with the guilt of not going. So I returned home to chocolates and wine.   Who let this loose in Yorkshire?  My Christmas list looked a bit like this: Running tights without holes . My current faithful’s are six years old. Socks . These are essential to any Christmas list. While I have pre...