December Doldrums

[Sweder]

The penultimate lope of 2006, and what a wretched affair it turned out to be.
Once more I defied gravity, carting my generous bulk up the frozen hills on the cusp of dusk. Having mislaid my sextant I managed to time the run so that the last vestige of daylight winked out of the grey, misty skies just as I arrived at the turn. Completing the homeward leg in the near-dark was both exciting and terrifying (and very possibly stupid). Happily my feet seemed to know the way, riding the occasional flint rock or exposed tree root with ease. The hounds chased dim white tails attached to darting shadows, proving that their eyesight was yet another attribute superior to my own.

I got a call from Rog yesterday to inform me that his entry for TOM had been accepted and to find out if I'd 'ramped up' my training yet. I assured him the only ramping up had occurred around my middle.
Sunday's run, a visit to The Snake at a shade over 13 miles, will be a tester.