Up at 06:45 for a 7.2 miler along the canal and back through the lanes. After weeks of running through the farm, and grumbling to myself about the hazard of the wild canine, I realised last night, on looking at an Ordnance Survey map, that it isn’t actually a right of way. So the scowls I occasionally see on the faces of man and beast alike as I trot through, are more justified than I imagined. I wish I didn’t know this. I’ll now worry about being shot or eaten alive each time I take this route.
But it was a decent run for all that. Boston is four weeks today, and things are going OK.
Tomorrow, the plan is to be in the gym at 06:30 for a couple of hours before work.
