David J Foster Runs

At one point I was stunned when the whole ensemble raced inside because of a heavy downpour…

Last weekend I had the good sense not to try to run after a heavy day’s labour in the garden. Yesterday once again saw me working hard on the new, um… shed.

I really admired the way that the only partially sighted Mike just went with the flow, keeping a smile on his face despite the fact that he clearly couldn’t see the dimly lit multiple cambers, tree-roots, stiles, mud, overhanging foliage etc

The trainer this evening was Martin, who introduced himself to me after I had run the 800m warm-up by getting me to do another lap on my own, split into fast, faster and fastest.

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

I managed to maintain the pace that I had run at the track on Tuesday evening for about twenty minutes, delighted at how effective just one training session had been and although my performance tailed off, I was still running well at the end.

At the suggestion of Ray and Marian at the weekend, I joined the Haywards Heath Harriers for a training session last night.

They were SO funny, their fringes cut in what I can only describe as a very haute couture style… for a humble floor mop.

Apart from when Nick tried to kiss a bull… it quite sensibly ran off!

The real moment of glory was not that I reached the top first, but that his heart (-rate monitor) finally cracked under the pressure and emitted a solitary beep-beep-beep-beep, before he gagged it with a deft right-hander.