October 2011

[Sweder]

Golly, you look like El Diablo himself in that 5th photo - probably just as well as you'll need to run like the devil to get up that mountain in ... just over SIX weeks time.

Fair point. Here I am at the post-run party after a couple of pints ...



I finally plucked up the courage to test out my battered legs this morning. Tight calves (calfs?) aside after a rusty start I felt OK, loping around the hills for five and a half kilometres and finishing with something of a flourish. It's never as bad as we fear is it? I felt certain my legs would fracture and shatter, like the homicidal highway patrolman in Terminator 2. I got my motor running and found my way home thanks to a gentle start and some soothing sounds from the good people at Planet Rock.

October finally showed her true self and about time too. Many of us have been here for days wondering where our favourite autumnal month had got to. Heavy, battleship grey clouds scudded low over rain-damp hills, encouraged by a lively breeze dancing up from the coast. Tatty hedgerows snared wind-blown turning leaves as hooded rooks squabbled noisily on the racecourse fence. Lewes lay in her morning veil, still sleepy as I ran off the last hill, legs gently lashed by the long damp grass.

Track du jour: Can't Find My Way Home, Blind Faith