Petite Feet Runaway

Running takes you places in the world that you may never get to go to otherwise. For the Glasgow2Edinburgh Ultramarathon that place was Ruchill Park in Glasgow. Fabby. I remember travelling to Glasgow on a bus for work during one of my first weeks in Scotland and seeing the tall building blocks come into view as we approached the outskirts of the city. I was awfully confused as to why these giant office blocks were not based in the CBD and declared them illegal when I found out that they were for housing! At least here there is a large park. I hope there aren't any locals hoping to come out for a family picnic today though as there's no toilets and about 200 nervous ultrarunners constantly nipping in and out of those flower beds...   I've forgotten to bring the right forms as I spent too much time trying to make a decision as to which backpack to take. There's a bit of compulsory kit to carry but I've been loving the VapourShape. Obviously I didn'

I've been in hibernation. Unlike a bear though, I have continued eating. Cue the following conversation with one of my wee ones:   Child: I want my mum to have twenty babies Me: Oh, that's a lot of babies Child: Are you having a baby? Me: No Child: I think that you are Me: Oh, why do you think that? Child: Because you have a big tummy Me: Do you think so? Child comes over to me and touches my tummy Child: Yes, it's a big tummy. Are you going to have ten boys and ten girls? There's a high chance that this kid will be a doctor when he grows up and I would then like to remind him of his incorrect diagnosis.   I was (and still am) in serious need of a kick up my well fed Beyonce. With a Sunday off work, a birthday to celebrate and the Meadows Marathon at my doorstep, the kicking was calling.  Students like a good sleep in so the marathon didn't start until 11am. My motivation for watching lectures* was low so I didn't fancy doing that