Marginal Gains

Do you remember Desperate Dan and his cow pie? No matter how much he ate it never seemed to go down, always as much as when he started…

that struck me as I was a-trudgin’ along today on

The Road to Hell

wondering given the monotonous scenery whether I was actually getting closer. So your mind wanders too and I got to the point of ticking off 17 minute increments because that is my typical solo on-the-flat mins/mile “at 8:42 it’ll be one mile less… at 8:59 one less again.”. Then I started calculating  what each mile represented in % terms of total to go… then realised it’d be better if I calculated as a % of the reducing number…

We’re On The Road To Nowhere

.. then I started thinking about how each squeeze of the toothpaste reduced the weight (and volume, oh yes!) I was carrying… same for the anti-cramp sachets I use…

On The Road Again

all I wanted was a sign, a sign, any sign would do

Becca made the smart move as usual: Dunrobin Castke caught her eye, some RHS thing, big house, gardens…. it meant that she eschewed the bacchanalian pleasures of the Glenmorangie (pronounce it right or the locals will give you a Paddington Bear very hard stare) Distillery, although she did knock back some of their product yesterday so honour was upheld.

if you could tear your eyes away from the asphalt and the looming doom of the next Trucker McTruckerFace bearing down on his latest potential Sassenach victim then there were some occasional nice coastal views

The Long And Winding Road

any road, another 23 miles … bit of a long stretch tomorrow from here in Brora (home to a distillery dontcha know) to Dunbeath on an apparently narrowing road… so we will fortify ourselves at Sid’s Spice tonight

feel the burn … and

Stroll on ?