When running this morning my mind was wandering, thinking what will I write in my blog -it is a grey, wet and boring 13km run, not anything of interest. I reflected on the film I watched the previous night, The Mask with Jim Carey. Now you may remember the cute wee Jack Russell, as well as Cameron Diaz but that's another story. Well at 6.45am a Jack Russell came rushing out a garden chasing me 30 yards down the road snapping at my heals certainly got my heart rate up more than Cameron Diaz did - just! When you are pacing yourself you don't need that type of sprinting but I'll be ready for the wee bugger the next time.
This weekend was Ironman Switzerland and four athletes from my club had entered but sadly only two finished. It is a cruel reminder that a years training can get you to the start line, which is an amazing achievement in itself, but luck is required to finish without being withdrawn due to injury or complications.
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