Archives for: March 2008

Do you get the feeling I wasn't happy running the deerstalker? This picture was taken as we came out of a tunnel that I've described as an open sewer. It was about four-fifths of the way through the run and about 2-seconds before I came close to telling the photographer to "f~ck off".

I was not having a good time ... in case you haven't guessed.

Yes, that's Sean in the hat just emerging from the tunnel. Why is he always grinning at times like these?

More pictures of a balding, overweight, grumpy man running through mud at SleepMonsters.

Two weeks ago I took part in the 5k Deerstalker. It's billed as a "big, muddy romp", but that doesn't seem to describe the event. It's a race in the woods and hills behind Traquair House. In the woods and hills ... and mud and rivers and through a tunnel of waist high stagnant water. What an event!

I finished it in 1-hour 16-minutes, Sean about 20-seconds ahead of me. The fact that Sean's standard sprint finish gained him so little demonstrates what the event took out of us. I was as tired after those 5k as I was after the half-marathon.

Standing (cold and tired) in the marquee after, we all agreed we weren't doing this event again. Ana, encouraged to enter at the last moment, said that Sean would be making up for that for a very long time.

Today was supposed to be a muddy run in the Pentlands organised by BritMilFit. By 8am I'd decided to pull out. Just not fit enough ... not fit enough for a 5k‽

I've only done one run since the Deerstalker. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Things are not going well.