Petite Feet Runaway

    Another day in New Zealand, another national park. Today (or on the 27th of December) we are in the Nelson Lakes National Park running around Lake Rotoiti. This translates to small lake which means that I'll run it twice. Don't want to be a wimp. Although I probably should have expressed this desire sooner than the night before the adventure. Scott and father are up for a kayak / run tag team for one lap, leaving my wee sister's boyfriend Tom getting roped into running the two laps.   We start on the hour long drive late for a leisurely start. The starting point is at St Arnaud where there's a toilet block, car park, pebbly beach and jetty.  Half of Tom's family are joining the festivities with a walk and a picnic. Tom, Scott and I start off in anticlockwise direction full of enthusiasm and jet plane sweeties. There's a few miles of road pounding before we get to the track running near the lakeside. It's all niceties and turn-taking ...

 Honeymooners do the Abel Tasman The blogging is in full swing due to a few injuries that I have acquired. They all end in 'itis' and are uber cool. The injuries make my personality wild too and I do things like rearrange my wardrobe. Whereas previously it had been organised via function (I'm a practical person) I've now gone crazy and it's via colour. Who knew I could be so crazy?! But without further procrastination, here's a few details from running in the Abel Tasman.   The Location   Abel Tasman is a national park in New Zealand located only an hour away from my home town, Nelson. Although public transport in New Zealand is essentially non-existent, there are transport transfers if you are doing any boating tours in the park with some companies. Thankfully my chauffer father drove us in the family limousine.   Abel Tasman National Park     The Track   There's actu...

We've had the wedding edition and now it's time for the honeymoon edition. The wedding was eighteen months ago, therefore largely forgotten and unlikely to be referenced again in the post. Just like any quality marriage really. Pre-race The race starts in Glasgow at approximately 21:00 hours. There's a bit of a storm brewing on the day; what we're nowadays calling a weather bomb. I smash some impressive splits on my bike cycling back from work only to find out our flight has been delayed. We're not too concerned as we're keen to kick the adventure off in style by hitting the champagne bar at the airport. Planning error; Glasgow Airport doesn't have a champagne bar. The choice is between Frankie and Benny's and a Wetherspoons. Hmmm. We decline the flight upgrade upon registration although do score ourselves exit seats. Like the night before any big race, we fail to sleep at all during the flight. Cool...