Motivation for fatcats.

A further 15k behind me. New runners are a breeze. New socks are still awesome, can't big them up them highly enough. Running through Rathgar some old boy roared, 'Don't worry love, you'll get there eventually!' which caused maximum snarfs. Good run, felt good after the usual 2k meh, I flew the last 500m home, flew I tell you (mostly coz I need to pee, but still).
Must eat now, spicy chicken and spinach with noodles, velly yum.