August

[Sweder]

4.99 miles (where'd that extra 0.01 come from ?) in 49:24
Track du jour: All Along The Watchtower, James Marshall Hendrix.

I'd thought this might be a rest day but the best laid plans and all that . . .
Looking out the bedroom window I could see tree tops swishing in a stiff-ish breeze, early sun lighting the landscape. These mornings are too good to miss.

The bad news is that my cellulitis (cue bad jokes about flabby knees) appears to have returned. What I thought was hayfever is something rather less innocent; I'm off to the quacks this morning to bag a script for antibiotics.

The run was the sort of run that suggests the original idea of a rest day was the right one; sluggish, tight legs, back playing up . . . but it was a beautiful morning. In the hollow between Wicker Man Hill and Blackcap we encountered the rusty cattle. Calves, looking all of a ton a piece, loitered around the trail. Tess, the irreverant, trouble-seeking white devil, decided to dash up to and around one of the youngsters. To her surprise (and my delight) Mother Cow intervened, breaking off from her demolition of the local flora to charge the wicked whippet. Serves her right. Fortunately the heffer didn't group us all together as one mighty irritant; I don't think I could have out-run her, certainly not up the hill anyway.

A rest day may well be on the cards - I'll see how the legs feel tomorrow.