…was worth the climb to get there.
Saturday’s long run went a bit
rough. I panicked on the hills. My mind played tricks with me on the distance left to go. 98 more words
…was what yesterday was all about.
After a rough patch towards the end of last week, I put on my tackies and tackled a 15 km trail run through the nearby farmlands on Saturday, I was suitably anxious (read pooping in my pants!), fuelled up with my fat shake (Thanks Tim Noakes) and off we went. 282 more words