Another ungainly, breathy gallop round the lanes this afternoon beneath a canopy of strong winter sunshine. A fantastic day for running.
Just over four miles. It was just tough enough to know for sure that I will struggle on Sunday in Brighton. But if I can plod 4 miles and survive, I can plod 6 and survive.
Forgive me father for I have sinned. It is 5 months since my last confession. The Dorney Dash in July seems like a very long time ago.
