Somehow or other I've up-loaded my photos all out of sequence. I can't be bothered to change them around so I'm afraid we're going to be going backwards and forwards in time.
This photographed marked me finishing the Great Virtual Race Across Tennessee earlier this month. Tennessee is just like home.
Earlier in July I had done a 24hrs heart tape. I'd been dodging this for some time as I felt fine and I didn't want them finding anything. I didn't want any medication. I didn't want any interventions. I didn't want any doubts in my mind. After I'd done it I was on the alert for communications for a wee while, but then I forgot about it. I was delighted to get this letter through the post the other day. Also a little surprised to find out that I am now married. I wonder if it's to Peter or if it's someone else.
I got this book tucked under the door-mat from Amazon today when I arrived home from running. Peter rolled his eyes at me.
This, friends, is the magnificent belt buckle I got for finishing the GVRAT. It was fun. It was quirky. It wasn't 1000K it was 1021K I think, and Lazarus Lake didn't care. He quite likes having a bit of fun at the expense of people who don't pay attention.
What is Mr Crow looking at?
Why this spectacular rainbow, that's what.
Mr Seagull watches from a different vantage point.
Yesterday was one of the days when you feel like you are being jerked around by fate. I didn't want to do the same old run. Just needed a change of scene. I suggested the Pentland low level route. That's when you go round on the roads and trails rather than the high tops. Peter was reluctant but couldn't come up with a better suggestion. He was a bit off as it was grey and windy and there was very little chance of butterflies. He has an actual addiction. We were both tired from the week and not that enthusiastic. There was foot dragging. We didn't arrive at Flotterstone car park until 2pm,
Meantime I had made us some very strong coffees. I drink coffee every day but Peter doesn't. I was treated to a rather wild, passionate and uninterrupted airing of his views, anecdotes from the week, up to date detailed news about people I don't know..... I had to let a lot of it go just simply because I was driving. When we got to Flotterstone there was no where to park. Peter was yelling that we'd be driving round and round there for an hour. I threatened to just take him straight home.
After 3 rounds of the car park I gave up and drove away not knowing what the next move was. We drove across country, heading approximately for the coast and found ourselves on the outskirts of Dalkeith. It was at that point it popped into my head that we could go and park at the Edinburgh end of the Pencaitland cycle path and do a run that incorporates a circuit of woods at Winton which we used to do many moons ago. I had clean forgotten about it.
This proved to be a good plan, and we enjoyed the first bit a great deal.
Towards the end my feet were starting to hurt. I think it's achilles pain, although it's fairly diffuse. When I moved my hips more, my tendons hurt less. I was pretty grumpy for the last 4 miles and Peter wisely just gave me space.
I couldn't have been more glad to see this wee bullock as he marked 200m to go back to the car.
Below are photos from another run from Gullane to Yellowcraigs and then back along the dunes. We'd been intending to come back up through Archerfields but it was closed for the Open. (Ironically). This was round about last week. I don't know why my photos are all out of time sequence. And I don't care. And I doubt you do either.
I shut my eyes every chance I get.
Peter's gesture indicates that he is remonstrating with a butterfly.
This Puffin had been Picassoed, to add insult to injury.
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