Pound eight has been shed. One more and I'm back to being a happy ten stone something instead of eleven. It's been a few years. Be good to run without lugging the equivalent of almost four bags of sugar strapped to my waist. Once I'm down to ten ten I'll be almost six bags light. The only downside I can see is that Neil will want me to carry all the kit at the LAMM to make up for the weight loss!
On other matters, it's looking decidedly wet for tomorrow's orienteering training. I think I might wear my orienteering waders and possibly take my bog snorkel just in case...
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