and I could have done without the bloody cat bringing in a vole at 6:30am! Then it dropped it - still very much alive and kicking on the bedroom floor, allowing it to shoot under a cupboard to safety. What with the cat squeaking - and the vole squeaking I spent half an hour capturing the vole before walking across the fields to release it safely away from the cat. Cats? Who'd have them?
Well, suffice to say I didn't make Ashton Court and subsequently still feel right knackered. Anyway, at least there's athletics on TV - although I am a little bored of it at the moment. And my legs feel OK.
Oh, and here is yesterday's race route, better to click 'terrian' to see the contours.