June Bugs

[Sweder]

It is the month of June,
The month of leaves and roses
When pleasant sights salute the eyes,
And pleasant scents the noses.

[SIZE="1"]N P Willis[/SIZE]

You could have fooled me.
The only scent assaulting my proboscis this lunchtime arrived courtesy of my baked-bean laden cooked breakfast, prepared by Mrs S in honour of my return from Hamburg.

Luckily the warm day assured by the BBC Weather folk last night failed to materialise.
My plod up to BlackCap was all the more bearable for a cool and fairly strong wind (in addition to my own in-house propulsion). I'm happy with the run, tough as it was. A couple of late nights supping ale (and various debilitating chasers) in dubious company should have taken a far greater toll; yet this 'less is more' mantra I've been running to lately seems to have legs.

Five hilly, windy miles in a shade under fifty minutes - as 'quick' as anything I've managed post-Paris. Will June be a month for stepping things up a notch? Don't be silly. Yet I feel if I can just string a handful of outings together without the occasional heavy session I will make decent progress.

Fat chance then. Happy June everyone.