The Hills Are Alive

Things have appeared pretty quiet on the blog like Stewart has said, however route planning, kit inventory and weight consideration has been rife. The donation gauge has been moving up slowly but surely. Then bang out of the blue we heard that there was to be an event on our behalf.

Many thanks to the folks of Llanvair Discoed; they came out in force to the magical Sound of Music flowing out of the Woodlands Tavern. Singing away late into the night with Maria and the Von Trap children, raising £690 for Cancer Research Wales. What an incredible event how can we ever thank Mark Isaac – friend and local businessman – along with Sue and Keith Gibbs the proprietors, for the organisation and hospitality on the evening. Sue need not have worried and pondered through those sleepless nights, the house was full.

The training is still abundant, mind numbing hours in the gym, walking – albeit local – as ever on the weekends. Shin splints sorted, thanks to physio, got to up the fitness level gradually at my age apparently, must not jump from 12 kph on tread mill to 14 kph in one go! Just felt good that night and bang, tendons / ligaments twang! Subscapularis on the mend.
Never mind there was still the blessed concept 2. I hate the thing even more; I detest the machine with a vengeance. Blew one up a month ago going for my personal best,
But failed on that occasion. Friday last eventually broke the 1 min 45 sec barrier. Oh yes! 1 min 42.6 secs! My wife – Liz - who was on the machine next to me thought I was going to die. Just look at the machine who would ever think such a thing could be despised so much.