Well, my original description of the Grizzly as cold, wet, windy, muddy, slippery, demanding and strength sapping were absolutely correct. In all truth, Sunday's weather was quite kind, despite a strong wind; there were only a few wintery showers and the occasional hail storm which did make the ground very slippery and the bog section of the course even wetter and colder than I had hoped for.

Well, at the end of just six weeks of training, I have managed to do my final long run, and this final week before the Grizzly takes place on Sunday is about preparation, both mentally and physically...

Training is progressing, I have been out for a long run, practising around the Sanctuary and part of the course that will be included in the Grizzly, down to the beach and back up through Weston. I am reminded what a beautiful walk it is (one of the walks around the Sanctuary) so if you've ever got an hour when you are visiting the Sanctuary give it a go, but perhaps don't try to run back up the hill.

Best laid plans of mice, men and donkey trainers go amiss. I am beginning to fear the decision to have chosen to take part in the Grizzly. As mentioned in my previous blog, I was about to begin my training schedule on Saturday, but unfortunately, on Friday evening, I managed to trap a nerve in my neck causing me considerable pain and the slightly strange look of someone who's head doesn't turn independently of their body. Not good for those about to try and start training.

Cold, windy, wet, muddy, slippery, demanding and strength sapping, are some of the words that could describe The Grizzly Run which really does go cross country as well as running along shingle beaches for a distance of about 20 miles. Knowing all this, why have I volunteered myself!

One of the donkeys at the Training Centre this week managed to take a large chunk of skin out of his top lip and required the vet's attention. This is rather unfortunate as Amarillo is at the Training Centre because he is frightened of the vet.