November

[Sweder]

Knowing this could be my last chance to get some in before travelling home on Friday night I decided on another bridge run this evening. I hadn't reckoned on the Security guys from the show inviting me for an apres trabajo slurp. It would have been rude to refuse.

A couple of pints of the Black Stuff later I was in a cab heading for the hotel.
To run or not to run loaded with Guinness? I had a dinner date with show management at 10 - it was now 8:45. The thought of inaction until Saturday or Sunday made the decision simple - I had to get out.

A swift change of clobber and out into the Basque evening. Heavy rain had left the sidewalks slick and glistening in the city lights. Still warm enough for shorts though, and I treated the early evening revellers to a glimpse of my sparrows' kneecaps. Time being of the essence I elected to eschew the multiple bridge route for a more eliptical one, taking the first bridge to the Guggenheim side and plodding past said structure to the last bridge on the bank. Back across and a fairly swift canter back to the Nevion. The pace, something around 9 minute miles (or so it felt), left me sweaty and breathless - nice if you're with a lady, not so hot when surrounded by loving couples heading out for dinner. I was proud of myself for a) running at all and b) putting the hammer down, albeit in modest fashion.

I have no idea of time or distance, but I'll bank 3+ miles.
An outside chance of another dash on Friday afternoon depending on the timely arrival of Spanish transport. That'll be 'no chance', then