My life, I realise suddenly, is July

[Charliecat5]

Nothing… not a single mile… not even a running yard.  Last week was a complete write-off.   

I had a good time in Germany though; ate well, drank well and travelled well.  But although I packed my running shoes, the opportunity to take them for a spin simply didn’t materialise.  Thus as the weekend arrived a substantial effort was required.  

I need to seriously push my distance now… for too long I have been playing around the 8 to 10 mile mark.  So with my ‘let’s not do things by halves’ approach I decided to run the second half of the Moyleman.  Southease, Firle Beacon, Firle village, Glynde, Caburn and Lewes.   I’m not completely mad, so took a short-cut from the top of Firle Beacon, down a green ride, rather than pounding down Bo-Peep Borstal on the hard-top.  This cut about 1 mile of the run… also I didn’t pass under the A27 underpass so found another half mile saving.  But I did run home from town… which added a mile back on.

The upshot was 13 miles and very sore legs.  Those next 7 miles still seem a long way off.