It was at this point that I clearly smelt bacon, eggs & fried bread on the wind, but since that really wasn’t possible, I realised that it was my mind’s way of requesting more energy.
I went for a run this morning with Dai & Cliff. The weather was not clement and I ran out of energy way before I got to the end.
And did I mention that it’s warm out today?
The split times were all exactly the same as last Sunday, all the way to the turning point just beyond Blackcap at 47 minutes. I forgot to check as I passed the trig point at Blackcap on the way back up the hill, on account of my being chased by a large white rodent at the time.
It was the Burgess Hill Runners 4.5 mile run today and as I passed the 3 mile marker, I glanced at my watch. One hour, 54 minutes. Something wasn’t right.
Heading back towards home, I had to pass a dog-walker with her hood up… I was hoping that she or the dog would notice me approaching from behind as I didn’t want to just run past her in such a narrow space. As it was, neither did and my spoken warning caused her to jump… visibly! Very sorry ‘n all Miss!
If I ever see them in action, I think it would be rude of me not to christen them with whatever mud I can find… although I suspect that might involve my blood being spilt in the process!
I should mention that last night he recounted a tale of being flung, wearing only shorts, into a large nettle patch when he was young… ugh!
From the Beacon I ran to Jack & Jill where I careered down the hill to Clayton, trying to emulate Richard Askwith’s fell running style without breaking anything!
I’m finding it hard to get out of bed at the moment. It’s like my head is full of iron… and my pillow has a magnet in it.