Jesus.... Never again will I run a little ultra after something like the WHW. Apart from a shite time nearly an hour off my PB, I don't think I have ever felt so ill after a run. The car manged to escape most of the projectile vomit but the splash back off the pavement was an issue. On the plus side coke tastes as good on the way up as it does on the way down.... It was good to finally meet you Can and Smifffie (even if she did manage to shut my foot in a gate around mile 20. ) Cant I tempt you to try one wee 33 miler next year?
Nothing for me until Sept and the River Ayr Walkway ultra. Doing the Devil on my
wedding anniversary may have landed me in a wee bit of trouble me thinks