To the park, and beyond (but not far)

Mike is back in town, so we both decided to go for a bit of a run about. A couple of laps of Inverleith Park and finishing with a sprint up the hill that I call 'the long drag'. I can tell I'm going to be a little tender tomorrow. About 4 1/2 miles at a good pace. It looks like my trainers are starting to collapse, which isn't surprising as they must have done a good few thousand miles on concrete.

More running definitely required. This weekend I'm away for a three day bothy trip - four of us, with a more social focus. Then the following week I'm away on a solo 10-day stretch up to the far north for a proper pelt around in the hills. That should shed the few pounds of winter weight I'm still carrying around and get me back up to my normal basic fitness level. I have the Fisherfield 6 in my sights.