Running is seen by many as the metaphor for life itself, self-propulsion breeding self-confidence, a mental motion filing all of lifes commotions...in the words of Bear Grylls 'there's no magic to running far, endurance is mental strength, it's all about heart.'
Heeding the advice of a man who once swigged his luke warm urine from the skin of a freshly garotted snake the confidence levels were brimming. Like the three musketeers of musketeering fame it was with a metaphorical 'en garde' that the loom of three consecutive Sunday half marathons were welcomed.
To June, the month that summer forgot, the christian name of popular Eastenders actress and long-time advocate of the menthol cigarette Dorothy Cotton, and the common name for the much maligned scarab beetle.
First up was Bathgate, a town of people and homes, for many a place of dreams. A half marathon of many states...industrial estates, housing estates and vistas of varying beauty and odour. The melancholy soon faded at the sight of the birthplace of rotund choral songstress Susan Boyle (known locally as Simple Susie), I dreamed a dream this day would come, to run in West Lothian minus the sun. After 1hr41.56 the line was crossed, and towards Dunfermline all attention did turn.
Alas Dunfermline, once capital of this fair land, buriel place of Robert the Bruce and birth place to Andrew Carnegie, he of philanthropy fame and fortune and without whom the historically significant and topologically rugged glen of Pittencrieff Park would have failed to play host to the botanically beautiful and ornithologically opulent starting venue of Fife's superus running event. A lap of the park, a fondle of the surrounding scenery and a lope to the line in 1hr43.12.
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Injury update - right knee, twin black toenails.
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