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19 sleeps to Karkloof

There is preparation, and then there is preparation. The body is as ready as it could be considering all the hiccoughs these last 3 months.

The head needed a little comfort. So today, I headed for the hills and "proper" trail. There is nothing like a little effort in "native" territory to make you glad you're a trail runner. 3 Rivers Trails and Crossways have some great running, from jeep tracks and single track to medium and technical trails on the flat and with some ascent or descent. Watch - Your - Step! (Glad my feet were in #BalegaBestSocksEver today... it was dry and hard).

Am I ready? Yes. Will I complete #RunAMUK... yes, bar anything over which I have no control. Did I #RazeABar? Well... I need a little more help there 😜

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