Rocktober 2013

[Sweder]

Morning lured me out with the promise of fabulous views and crisp, clean air.
Lewes lay in her misty veil, dew-jewels sparkling in the wintry sunshine, pale moon fading into a clear blue sky.

What a gyp. This was my worst run in ages. Heavy, slow, sweaty, uninspiring, uninspired. My get up and go packed up and went, leaving me to struggle to stay in second gear, never mind hit the hill sprints as I'd intended. I trudged around the circuit, head hung low as the hounds mocked me with their poweful games of tail-tag and nip-chase.

Those three miles lasted a lifetime. I wheezed home feeling desperate, eager for the release of work. It was that bad.
On, on.