2016 - January

[Sweder]

Another good, if challenging, Twittens session this morning. I wowed* the throng with my colourful Key West Half finisher's shirt, lush green, sun-drenched palms on the front, iridescent ocean sun-set on the back. My performance was somewhat less dazzling, lungs tight and wheezy from a chesty post-run cold and legs still a little fatigued after the exertions of last Sunday.

   

Duncan had had the good grace to knock off three muddy downland miles beforehand, knackering himself just enough that I didn't fall too far behind. On the lung-bursting ascent of Keere Street, just after our halfway rest and obligatory 'selfie', a gentleman on his way down lost his footing on the wet cobbles, crashing backwards onto his slung tennis racquet. To a person we halted our climb to attend to the fallen. Now, I'm not one to suggest that we're not all jolly decent sorts, but I'll wager I'm not alone in thinking, immediately after 'oh no!', 'thank God for that, I'm knackered'. The respite was short and the man mildly embarassed but otherwise fine.

A gathering of ten today, including two newbies. This Twitten Run lark has legs, it seems.
52.9 kilometres so far this month, ten more than the whole of December with a week to go. 

*horrified