We were supposed to be meeting John and Andy at Bolton Abbey last night for a run out but the foul wintery weather meant none of us got much further than the Swan. Stef and I did manage to run home in the rain! I'm not sure there's much of a future in running after three pints of Mary Jane and a bag of Pickled Onion Monster Munch mind
I've got to drive over the M62 to Lancashire later, which might be 'interesting'. Our club run is from the Narrowboat in Skipton this evening and I'm determined to go. Now where did I put my Powerstretch tights and OMM jacket?