There is a great temptation to leave this to Cliff for a brief comment. Suffice to say that it’s amazing what you can do on a Bank Holiday weekend, even if you do spend the middle day recovering from a run!
What is the purpose of working for yourself if you can’t be spontaneous on a work day?
There really is very little in life that beats good honest manual work, fine food and great friends!
It was raining in a kind of lightweight but persistent way, but after a night of torrential rain I felt that it might be a good morning to test out my new Adidas mud pluggers
We set out into the lightest Monday morning traffic that I can ever remember. I know it’s the school holidays, but the absence of a few teachers surely cannot explain why the roads weren’t clogged and heaving.
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.
The shed was duly loaded into what can only be described as a prime contender for the ‘builders van of the year, 1989′ and father and sons trundled off… driving over the kerb at the corner of the road in the process.
They were SO funny, their fringes cut in what I can only describe as a very haute couture style… for a humble floor mop.
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.