My running pals

Was just lamenting on my long run today that this is the first time I'm blogging my training, with probably the least exciting terrain to blog about. In comparison to my marathon training for Lochness and Helsinki, which managed to include runs far and wide, from the banks of the Hudson River, throughout the country side of France, heavily hungover in Amsterdam to cobbled streets of Eastern Europe. Anyway just as I was sighing about lost photo opps and tracking of exciting km on my iPhone I stumbled across this and felt pretty satisfied to be home: