December 2015

[Sweder]

This Twitten Run malarkey is becoming a bit of a habit.
Despite carrying the approximate volume of a small child around my middle I waddled off into town to embark on more eyeballs-out, lung-shredding madness in the backstreets of Lewes. Well met at the start by more running luminaries. John 'the Stent' had seen an earlier tweet and saddled up on the spot; Chris Wrathall, Seaford Strider and associate of Tom Roper, La Roper himself, local runner Sam Knowles and OATR's progeny, Felix. CC5 and I completed the merry band and, having promised the youngster severe consequences should he show the old goats up, we set sail.

Twitten running has rules. These are, loosely -
- if one is in a Twitten, one should be running
- one may walk between twittens to aid recovery/ re-inflate one's lungs
- when running up a Twitten one must run at the fastest pace that one can maintain all the way to the top
- when descending one should jog at a leisurely pace to allow the group to stay together (and avoid cardiac arrest)

Twitten running is tough. It's even tougher when one is carrying what feels like someone else's baby around one's middle. I started out OK, almost (almost!) keepiong pace with Le Chat. However those recoverty pauses at the tops grew longer, the lopes back down ever more leisurely and the groans from my gluteous maximus ever louder.

We all survived, the youngest having taken a short break to avoid losing his breakfast after a particularly savage ascent. Coffees enjoyed, we bade one another farewell before CC5 and I set off toward the top end of town, a journey that saw us run up Station Street one more time before climbing up, ever upward towards home. 

I added a few kilometres with the hounds on the downs, taken at near-walking pace to allow the walls of my lungs to un-peel.
Terrific fun. I'll be back next Sunday