Why we train harder

We slept long, packed as well as we could, pigged out at breakfast,  (because we could) and made our way to the tram. All was well until we hit the city, buses pushed in, time passed and the conversation turned to how we would make it to the tour (starting at midday) on time, with the need to store our luggage the first priority. Annette and Jeremy came up with this. 

Mark and Jeremy run to the baggage drop off, estimated at 400m, then sprint back to the start of the Tour, estimated at 1km away. It has been hot in Scotland and today was no exception. We started our run at 11.47 and after the fastest bag drop ever, had 8 minutes to do the estimated 1km. It was uphill with lots and lots of stairs at the end. We arrived at the place Google maps told us, right on 12.00. It was not the right place. We looked for Annette, rang her and finally found her 150m down the road.  One last sprint and we arrived dripping in sweat and a kind employee let us in another door to start the tour. The tour of The Real Mary King's Close itself was ok, not worth the 20 pounds, but we did make it. Annette did manage to get into trouble for taking photos. Apparently the five minutes we missed if the tour contained the "no photos " info.

We ran into Riley and Tabitha outside a pub, watched a woman run down a bag snatcher, went to a second hand store and wandered over to the Museum, until it closed at 5pm. (Editor: they had a great historical fashion section)

We hadn't managed lunch and attempted to get a cheap nachos from Subway, only to be informed  that they had run out of salsa after he had opened the corn chips. I won that bet, as I predicted a nacho problem. The 20 minute wait to find this out in a boiling little shop made me sad. We needed food though, so a shared footlong sub with Pepsi and a cookie for Jeremy was still required. 

Bags collected and a 20 minute-ish walk to our AirBnB.  It looked ominous from the outside and inside the front door looked old and damp and kind of middle 18th century. Of course there were narrow stairs twisting upwards. However inside was awesome and modern. Home made pizza for dinner  after a trip to the local shop and much confusion on how to turn on the oven. We decided against the haggis in batter and purchased some actual fresh food for the first time in a week with Pepsi Max Lime (gotta love the UK).

Annette has gone to sleep with her light on and I can't be bothered turning it off. It's 11.02pm,and I think it's finally dark outside.