The Guns of Navarone

I just couldn’t bear having that photie of my “just woke up” face at the top of the page any longer.
Even Gregory Peck there is trying to climb away from it, and in decidedly innappropriate footwear too.

It’s pissing down, it’s been a long week, and I have no energy or motivation to things beyond the front door.
I should be psyched for training, but training is not going well, although organising is. We’ve got six participants in the West Highland Way race now, a second road cyclist has joined in, we’ve got endorsements for kit and more, and it’s now gone too far to back out of it. Why do I do these things to myself? No idea, but as long as I’m feeling fitter than I do now it’ll be a lot of fun. And, after it I think I’ll face the heavier packs and shorter days of winter in good form. Or burst.

The weekend? It’ll start after breakfast tomorrow. Or Sunday at the latest.