I'm trying to rest so I run well tomorrow at Mynydd Troed - try pronouncing that on an empty stomach. I slightly hurt my hand but it won't stop me running hard. For tomorrow I shall be as ready and cunning as a fox - as long as said fox has been chased by hounds, run over by a lorry and shot by a farmer. If there is indeed such a fox, then as cunning as he, shall I be.
Mynydd Troed is a race of 7 miles and 2000 feet ascent so pretty tough but sadly, there is enough running in it to show how badly I've deteriorated. Last time I ran I was around the hour ten mark. If I can get with a few minutes of that time I shall be doing well...
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