I must reconsider Sweder as my cornerman for this up and coming annihilation of El G at the Brighton 10K coming up in November…
Last run was a relatively successful 4.5 miles along the trail between Crawley and East Grinstead last Saturday afternoon. Since then I’ve had to endure the last 4 days hacking around in the pissing rain in France with said cornerman. Frankly his mentoring has been woeful over the last few days.
The last morning of the trip had me scrabbling around as follows: woke up, showered, dressed, had buffet breakfast, made lunch (surreptitiously under the table over breakfast), packed, checked out of hotel, found car key holder on putting green, dumped bags in car, donned waterproofs, lumbered to first tee and hit the ball (either one will do) ……all in 45 minutes. Trust me. I don’t recommend it.
Some six hours previously we had stumbled into a gay nightclub (no we didn’t know but it was that only place open) and spent the time until it shut (sorry can’t recall) supping over-priced beer whilst gawping at the scene before us. Oh how I wish I had the steel of El G.
With Crawley 10K only 10 days away I still need to know that I can do the distance. Tomorrow is another day; one in which I will definitely get out there, following that up with a long run on Sunday.
Promise.
Late Summer Madness...
