Around the Carse of Lecropt on farm roads in the perfect morning quiet, with a cloudless sky above and yellowhammer, pheasant, blue tit, great tit, dunnock, curlew, skylark all twittering their lungs out. Throw in rabbits and squirrels bounding away as you pass and you start to feel like Bambi gamboling through the forest. Sort of. It was truly glorious and reignited my enthusiasm for the whole affair.
This week's long run was a loop round the town followed by the North Third route. I was joined by part of it by an erstwhile running compadre who first showed me this route some years ago. She is in half-marathon training, so it was good to get a long run in. We were not attacked, as some have been on this route, by nesting buzzards. They don't put that in the running books.
Myeloma UK, (http://www.myelomaonline.org.uk/) the primary beneficiaries of all this effort, have been great throughout the training providing support, encouragement, advice and, this week, a skyrie orange running vest. You'll not miss me come race day.
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