As mentioned in a few previous posts, whilst in New York last month I competed in the Homecoming Scotland 10K with my good friend Gav - it coincided with our trip over to see him and was a good excuse to pull my gutties on in anger again after nearly a year off.
The course is essentially a full lap of Central Park - what better place to drag one's aching limbs around at 9am on a Sunday morning? Beats the hell out of a dark Wembley industrial estate in a thunderstorm, that's for sure.
My time wasn't great, which was to be expected given my lack of training, head cold and general levels of excess during the preceding week, but I think I managed to style it out for a photo as I ran past our cheer-leading duo on the home stretch and the black & white photography cunningly disguises the worryingly red rings round my eyes at the end.
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