Nipples.

Loch Ness marathon, completed in 4:00:11. 11 bloody seconds short of the magical 4 hour mark. Nightmare.

Delicious stovies and soup after the race, great event all round. Staggered, John Wayne like over to the changing rooms and decided to record for posterity just how much I'd put in and how dumb it is to forget the Vaseline. Yes, that is blood.

Nice dinner with brother Ali the night before, absence does make the heart grow fonder. All the way from Oz for dinner in Inverness?

That's 3 times I've covered the distance, does that make me a marathon runner?