Managed a 9 mile fell run today, first one in eight days. Groin still sore, knee still stiff, got attacked by a Buzzard (well swooped down on 5 times, but enough to scare the living daylights out of me) but you know what..... I loved it!! (the run, not the Buzzard)
Hopefully the knee and groin will sort themselves out and I can get back to tramping about on the fells once more.
Tonight my son, Max attended the school prom. How proud am I of him. Where's the years gone?