Petite Feet Runaway

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...

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...