Going Clubbing
Ah, Fridays. Always ready to throw something silly at you. This one was an unexpected trip to the vet, but fortunately it didn’t stop me getting through to Capel Curig for this year’s big MPS club meet-up at the ULGMC hut.
Ah, Fridays. Always ready to throw something silly at you. This one was an unexpected trip to the vet, but fortunately it didn’t stop me getting through to Capel Curig for this year’s big MPS club meet-up at the ULGMC hut.
I’ve just put in a really poor performance, so that you don’t have to.
My first Saunders, and first A/Elite-equivalent mountain marathon course.
Three days, 58 miles and 5,000m of ascent. And in a miraculous turn of events, I won my class!
Hooray, a mountain marathon in the Lake District! At night. In January. With a weather warning. What could possibly go wrong?
I sometimes question whether it’s worth the effort of getting out, but days like this are an amazing reminder of why all the hassle is definitely worthwhile.
There’s never a bad day for navigation practice, particularly if it’s cloudy on Kinder Scout and you’re not the one doing the navigation.
17.5km of gales and wind-blasted rain with Stuart around Dove Dale on Sunday. All good character-building stuff.