Anyway, the madness is starting to take hold once again. I now feel 98.3512% certain that I'm going to make my fell come back at the Rhinog Horseshoe on the 20th. It's a sprint event weighing in at only 15 miles and 5000ft. If I'm going to run Luton I need to plough on with training and I can think of no better way than a nice scenic run in the mountains - f.a.b.
And now for the poetry - avert your eyes - I did warn you the madness was back...
Drifting, uplifting, it's good to be back
Running and chasing, exhilarating
Wind in my willows, - stop it - race line follows
Slowing and blowing, the effort is telling
Session complete, body heat, neat
Muscles tight, losing the fight
Try as I might, it's good to be back.
Thought for the day: Why does the person that snores always fall asleep first?