Pyro's Yard v2.0

So, just time for one last-minute pre-Juneathon shake-down and 'tech rehearsal' before the whole shebang kicks off, everything goes to pot, and I find myself lacking the energy, the inclination and the mental capacity to fix it. The tech I'm rehearsing is part attire and part gadgetry, and I'll cover both in this pile of waffle, along with the route, just to make sure everything's working and I know where I am, you know where I am, and everyone knows their positions, cues and lines. Okay? Okay... The gadgetry first: I'm attempting to log Juneathon on a different GPS device - or at least, a different GPS-enabled mobile phone -  than I did for Janathon. The shiny Nokia N86 at least has the capacity to connect to my computer, which will (hopefully) make logging the routes to RunningFree a darn sight simpler. It could have been even simpler if Nokia hadn't discontinued their own SportTracker software and web service, as RF could have picked my uploads up dire...

(Yes, my Latin is that damn bad...) So, after 155-ish miles, countless (well, you could count them if you're bored, there should be around 31) blog posts, hours of poring over maps, a bunch of new trig pillars and some new friends, Janathon came to an end. I breathed a sigh of relief and went back to pottering about as I normally do, and not running very much. Some, but not very much.And I thought lots about how I needed to run more often and still failed to do much about it. Well, now it's back on. 155 miles to beat. JUNEATHON here we come. Yey!

So, it's been a while. Sorry. What's going on: Not a lot. Nothing much different to when I last posted, anyway. Still working for the NHS, getting back into paddling (cracking weekend at the Tryweryn last weekend helped the confidence a lot) and doing the odd bit, though not as much, biking. Still running, though not with as great a frequency. The Deerstalker was a fantastic race, way back in March (Oops, meant to write that up...). Knocked 17 minutes off the PB to bring it down to 2:12, and could have been maybe five minutes faster if I hadn't started at the back of the field - early queueing, though I managed to cut past some of it, was a major sapper. I'm still prepping for the Grand Raid des Pyrenees, and this is where this latest little story comes in. I'd been planning a big "see where we are" weekend, which just became known as the 'Ultra Weekender', to comprise two long run/trek days and a camp and banter evening in the middle. The op...