Riding through the glen

"There was a rich man from Nottingham who tried to cross a river, what a dope he tripped on a rope, now look at him shiver!"

After a nice chilled out morning I hit the road just after midday to head up to Nottingham ready for the big race tomorrow. I made it in record time, saling through the Dartford crossing and flying up the M11 - seems like my luck was in but does this mean I'll be stuck for hours coming home tomorrow (?) lets hope not.
Spag bol with plenty of pasta was lovingly prepared by my uni pal and fellow running buddy as we prepared ourselves for our 2nd outing at the Nottingham Half Marathon. Post uni we both began taking running a little more seriously and this was the first half marathon that we tackled and we did it together so 2 years on we decided to do it again. This was originally menat to be a netball girls reunion event but sadly after injuries, illness and work commitments we have been whittled down to the old running stalwarts and historically the least active amongst us... how we have changed!
Right now I must go as Kate is preparing an apple pie for desert, then time for X Factor and good nights sleep before we head down to the start line.