Out with the JSJers for a incident packed 11 miler.
Managed to coax good friend Le soft Alan out - doing Berlin in September, so needs to pull the finger out of his proverbial. Still sporting a healthy 'keg' out front. He valiantly held his own as we sometimes ambled, sometimes blasted along the downland course.
My right calf gave me some right jip, and is now as I type this. I'm despondent at my carcass's breakdown, otherwise fitness is good. Need to get in reasonable shape for Seaford and hope this doesn't put a spanner in the works.
Over the Tye and good 'ol Sweder administered some much needed manipulation to errant muscle. Lucky we were out and about otherwise it might have been misconstrued as something perverse. The guys today were great and we stopped and blathered, the run being about togetherness and not the faster runners going out of sight.
Sprightly up Saltdean Fell, espying a couple of mating horses - we must have put the male off his stroke as he tried getting the female to oblige. Baby's arm sprang to mind.
Rounding the corner we sped up back into Saltdean and down the trail into Rottingdean. Walked up windmill hill and cantered the last 2 miles trailing in Stevio, Mike, Sweder and Katie's (3:30 FLM) wake. Alan trailing in last but no means least, a good effort all round.
Caught fellow marathoner Barry in Mac's cafe. He reminisced over Rome, we over TOM.
Sweder's up to Glasgee this week, so i'll try a Saturday Dyke run next week - calf willing. Le soft's birthday on Saturday, they're planning a barbie, so need my drinking boots on then - and a Bank holiday to boot.
Off to get my feet up and Ice the damned muscle. Kader and his house of pain might be looming this week to get the damn thing sorted.
Anyway quality miles banked on a lovely warm day.