Here we are, halfway through my taper. I’ve not been doing much running, but it’s been pretty full-on apart from that.
I made life easy for myself on Friday, just cycling in to the St Andrews, to have a drink at the St Andrews Brewery ‘tap house’.
Jan and I had set the weekend aside for mountain based activities. Seeing the weather forecast, it looked like the east would be best place to be, so we planned a trip to the Cairngorms, with a stay in the small refuge hut in the corrie east of Braeriach. This turned into rather an epic, thanks to tough weather and an already-occupied refuge! Bivvying in light rain, out in the open wasn’t ideal for a romantic night away, but we survived quite well. By Sunday night we were eating Italian buffet at La Taverna in Aviemore: the night before seemed a world away.
When I returned to the house on Sunday night, I checked my phone, which I had left behind, for messages, and was partially dismayed, partially delighted to get a message from my friend, Huw asking if I fancied a mountain bike ride in the East Highlands the next day. I was delighted because it sounded like immense fun, and dismayed because my legs were pretty sore. I texted Huw to say I would decide in the morning, but I already knew what I would probably do, and sure enough I was over to his house the next morning with my bike in the car.
We went, with two of his friends, Robbie and Mike, to the Spittal of Glenshee, to ride a circuit that included Glas Tulaichean, a new Munro for me. We enjoyed a fairly sunny, breezy in places, 26-mile circuit, although I pushed rather more of it than the other 3, not being a ‘proper’ mountain biker, or having a ‘proper’ bike.
I’ve not exactly given my legs an easy ride on this part of the taper, but I’ll be away from home right up until the Kent Road runner after tomorrow, so they’ll get plenty of rest before then.
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