Disaster!

It was a beautiful sunny day in the capital as we started out on our last long run before the race.

Happy dreams of Amsterdam; Kirsty running through Dean Village.

Neither of us were really relishing the actual run, despite being very excited before we set out.  This didn't help:

The last thing you want to see 6 miles into a 12 mile slog.

Only a mile after these pictures were taken things took a turn for the worse - Kirsty broke her arse!  A niggle in her hip got worse and worse, and after three miles of soldiering through it, getting slower and slower, we called a halt.  Lucky, cause all that stoic whimpering was getting to me.  We called Scott (who was waiting for us at the Balerno end) and he rescued us at the city bypass.  We are not happy girls.  Here's hoping, with two weeks to go, that Kirsty can iron out her hip problems and I can get one more decent long run in before Glasgow.

On the up side, I can report that someone's given Antony Gormley's brilliant statues the Edinburgh-in-August treatment:

Sigh.  you cannae see my manolos in this water...

The one in Stockbridge was wearing a red string vest.  Totally gay, totally working it.  

We've decided to just wipe the killer miserable run failure from our minds, and get on with prep for the race.  Kirsty is hard at work healing herself with a foam roller and loads of determination, I just slept well and hung out with the Hoppers.  Coming tomorrow, a pic of my bling nails, by Frances.