Petite Feet Runaway

Don't tell the physio...  ...b ut a week back I started to run to Glasgow from Edinburgh with my pal Ally MacLeod who is training for the Marathon de Sables. My physio said that I wasn't to run two days in a row so I didn't. Since I hadn't run on the Thursday, the Friday was mine to play with :)  Obviously the Scottish winter weather provided similar conditions to what Ally will experience in the desert. We made it to Ratho before our first coffee stop and rain shelter. Later during our canal run Ally showed me the sights of Linlithgow where I got my second hot drink break. It was cold, the canal was muddier than I expected and we were repeatedly passed by a suspicious looking man with VERY short shorts riding a bicycle. We decided to stop at Falkirk before our chat got too bad and instead rode the train home sharing chocolate bars. And that, my friends, is how athletes prepare for important upcoming races.  Ratho coffee stop   Ally

So my wee sister Hillary is a fan of the blog. That usually happens when you are a family member of the blogger. Apparently she b rags about me all the time. When I received the email from her below, I decided that she was worthy of a guest post... You are a good subject of conversation starters. "Oh you've taken up jogging? Good for you, bet you're feeling fab. DID YOU KNOW, that MY sister......" and cue me dominating any conversation ever. Hillary ran her second half marathon last month and I've not really been running much so now seemed like a good time to introduce her. Her race report from the Wellington Round the Bays is below. I think that our love for food and weakness for swearing is genetic. Apologies for this.  Carbo-loading? Tapering? I kept getting pestered by people a week before the race. Geez, they weren't even runners themselves!  My version of carbo-loading was simple; add an extra chocolate truffle to every meal (and some extr