This morning’s run was the equivalent of not quite engaging first gear on a race car… it felt as clunky as a bag of old spanners. And despite the dawn initially looking quite clear, by the time I went out it was indeed cold and forlorn.
Added to this, in addition to skinning my ankle on Sunday, I seem to have sprained it too. Not badly, but enough to make me jump with the dull pain (like the shock of a weak electric fence) every now & then through the run and on through the day.
Still, at least I ran.
In fact I took the same short route that I ran with Nick last week, the only difference being that, at 48 minutes, it took me three minutes longer to cover the 5.2 miles (6.5 mph)… to be honest, the way I was feeling I would not have been surprised if it had been 23 minutes longer!
Two other things. First, I lost my hat again today, whipped off my head by a passing bramble. Second, Lew’s hatch has now been battened down, so to speak… looking good man!