I’d forgotten what a *ahem* joy Sunday morning Twitten running was. With the family away I have unlimited passes this weekend, so thought I would do the Twittens today and then tomorrow the weekly long one.
It was hot this morning… hot and humid. With the wind in the north and the Twittens facing south, there was little of the usual wind to cool us down. Life wasn’t made any easier by the hangover from last night’s rather marvellous shenanigans. An evening at the Limetree eating rib eye and washing it down with red wine and craft beers… with a couple to get us going in the Landsdown first and then a nightcap in the Lewes Arms.
The first mile just getting to the start line resulted in acidic sweat pouring down my face and into my eyes – as the alcohol made a bid for freedom.
We had a newbie today… someone with fine running form which added to the uphill pressure, and as always Mr Stacey was hot on my heels… pushing a pace beyond, well beyond, any resemblance of my comfort zone.
After a couple of coffees and a good bit of craic it was time to head back up the hill with BGG. In the last few yards the big man pushed ahead going for a sprint finish – so with an evil thought, I suggested we kept going up Spittle road just for the hell of it. A cunning and a satisfyingly mean plan until I realised that he was able to peel off after 200 yards to head home, leaving me to run Sweder’s circuit in reverse – an additional three miles.
May we run well this month
