Night of the Living Dead

As Murray was in Inverness to tile his sister's bathroom we decided that a good way to spend Saturday evening would be a swift jog up to the mast on Dunain Hill. We both got our excuses in early with Murray's aerobic fitness not quite up to last years standard and my doctor telling me to take it easy on account of a dodgy back. Nevertheless we wheezed and complained our way up to the fine viewpoint and enjoyed an interesting decent; with only a single headtorch for company.
Steph provided us with a fine dinner (one of the few good reasons to go running is to be able to eat more) and kindly took this picture, which shows off to good effect how much of a complete tool I look in my shorts and also features my trusty ice-pack for fixing dodgy backs, hips, knees etc.

Here we go again... again

Right, this time it's serious. We will be biking and hiking for 73 miles in much the same way as previous years but this time with 50% extra effort included. Murray has removed his gall bladder to reduce the amount he has to carry, Colum has new shoes, Gavin is running and cycling (which is probably a sensible approach) and I'm making my way through the remainder of Christmas cake, mince pies, fudge, marzipan fruits, Lindors, biscuits and crisps that were not consumed during the festive period; thus ensuring optimum carb loading by May.

We will endeavour to post pictures of miserable, cold, wet, grey countryside with miserable, cold, wet, grey people standing in it as we venture outdoors in the fantastic Scottish winter. Come back and find out how we're getting on.