I think I'm lucky living up here as a lot of my local hill races and half marathons are through glorious countryside.
I doubt if I'll do another marathon any time soon. I've got my sights on an Ironman (if I ever learn to swim properly). I might be transferring to Texas next summer so I'll concentrate of getting my 10k and 5k times down towards 45mins and 20mins respectively.
I spent an hour with a physio yesterday and I'm feeling much better, although my digestion is still problematic...
I did the Loch Ness marathon yesterday, it's the reason why I've only done one triathlon this year. It's consumed my life. I didn't enjoy any of the training, but I really enjoyed the race.
I was really nervous in the morning and couldn't eat which is why my stomach was grumbling at the start line. I got on the bus around 7.30am and it drives you out and round to end of the loch and abandons you on the top of a cold and windy mountain with 4000 others. A pipe band kicks us off just before 10 and the start. The run was good, I was aiming for 5 hours and came in at 4hrs 52 which was ace. The scenery is spectacular, the locals really friendly and the other runners chatty, although I did notice at mile 16 were in a stable group, non of us speaking as we all dealt with our own suffering and all our feet hitting the ground in time. It was well weird. The legendary hill at Dores is a killer - 2.5 miles of hard constant climb at 18 miles, but then it was down hill in to Inverness and on the final corner a pirate - Nurse Ratched who gave me a big argghh.
Overall, very pleased! So what now...oh yeah, learn to swim properly over the winter.