Blimey, two runs in one weekend.
Just 3½ miles on a cheerless, astringent afternoon in rural England. Cold, bleak and blustery, but it’s another one in the bin, taking me up to 26 miles for the week. The last time I ran that much in a non-race week was more than a year ago.
This no-beer diet is having some pretty undesirable side-effects.
