Oppressive...

[Seafront Plodder]

...humidity is not normally a phenomenon associated with weather on the South Coast of England. High winds certainly! Even the odd gale, but the sticky heat I ran in tonight was a first.

We’d been waiting all afternoon for the break in the weather. The met office even told us when the thunderstorm was directly above them in London, but sadly (or not), it has yet to materialise here. Tonight was my last-weekend-long-run and the loose schedule I am not really following called for 10 miles. Are they mad? Do they not know what the weather is up to here?

Apparently not, so I ground out 10 miles this evening, actually in relatively painless comfort. This was the furthest run since the Brighton ½ in Feb, but, apart from forgetting to tape up the nips it all went swimmingly. Taking stock of which part of me ached the most was actually quite tough. I decided it was my heels, for no other reason than they have never hurt after a longee before so it’s probably their turn.

Having wrung out my non-technical tee shirt, I am suitably endorphinised, salmon steak is in the oven, and *slurp*

Now if I can only keep this mileage-cranking up for the next couple of months, I may even look forward to New York.