|The Juarache - now they fit properly|
|A book about taking your shoes off - this guy could sell ice to Eskimos|
One thing I’ve noticed with my own technique, the more minimalist I go, is that my left suspension needs a bit of tuning – I land on the forefoot sure enough but my ligaments and achilles seem too lazy to do their job properly and the rest of my foot hits the ground too soon for comfort. Something I’d notice less in cushioned trainers but which I should work on nonetheless.
On Monday, I’m moving work to Rosyth to build the new Forth Crossing (admittedly with help from a few others). The new location brings with it fresh commuting possibilities; it’s a 17 mile bike ride or 15 mile run (if I go straight over the shale bing at Winchburgh), so I’m thinking of combining the two, perhaps running home a couple of days per week. I’ll probably need it, as the culinary options around Rosyth Docks don’t contribute much to your 5-a-day quota.
|New Forth Crossing. Hopefully it'll turn out like the one on the left|
|Ayers Rock, Winchburgh - Now part of my daily commute (cheers to Auchinoon for pic)|
|My trusty vintage chariot. Oh bugger...I've put that rear wheel on wrong again|