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[Seafront Plodder]

Well continuing my half-hearted attempt to get fit enough to tackle my local off road 1/2, I ran off road yesterday, Over the South Downs, Denton to Firle and back.

It struck me that when offroad you really do have to run like a catwalk model may walk, foot planted directly in front of t'other, otherwise you run the risk of falling over when you step out of the rutted furrow. Takes some getting used to after the billiard-table flat seafront prom.

And hills??, don't talk to me about hills: loads of the bloody things there were. All in all, 8.9 miles of up hill and down dale sweating, and legs scratched to buggery on the thistles to boot.

Sheep poo aplenty and ate about two and a half pounds of flies, but all was well when I ended up at a local village inn, where I met up with Mrs SP who had cheated by doing the same route on the back of her horse.