Two Weeks...

...and vital signs are good.

Far from requiring the aid of a man on a motorbike to feed and water me, not to mention take me back to the start of the valley (to summise: I nearly passed out during last week's run - I was not a very good boy scout - I was not prepared - I literally could not walk!), I shat all over my marathon prep this week.

30 km, 2.45 hours, and still more in the tank....

Boom...

In Other News
Not much left in the tank, mind you! It really will be a tough last leg!