October

[Sweder]

Yet another re-launch. No fanfare here, though, this is simply a return to regular running, egged on by the fact that I've laid a marker, just here. 

I covered a slovenly 5.4 kilometres this morning. Light rain out of leaden skies, warm air, slippery underfoot, a tortured tour of the Chalk Pits and a return through sheep-strewn Landport Bottom. After an appalling September - 6 runs for bugger-all - topped off with the Snowdrop Inn beer festival (featuring some stunning ale from Burning Skies Brewery) this was never going to be pretty.

Imagine my surprise, then, when, paused at the sheep trough for the dogs to drink and my lungs to reinflate, a sporting legend sprang to mind. It's not every day a run makes you feel like one of your heroes. Hopefully it'll be a while before it does so again.