Friday, January 25

To A Mouse

Wee sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an chase thee,
Wi murdering pattle!

Aye, as a good friend reminded me this morning, it’s Robbie Burn’s Day; if you’ve never heard of him he’s widly regarded as the national poet of Scotland and the man who wrote Auld Land Syne.

I digress.

The run this evening was brief, that and I was in a good mood (and for no particular reason).


With it staying lighter in the evenings I was able to enjoy a jaunt with nothing but the setting sun to keep me company (that and George Thoroughgood telling me about the house-man blues).

Hope everyone has a great weekend and to those racing (Chris and Mike), all the best. And, to those brave enough, happy haggis!

Training: easy undulating 41:44