The mirk cleared and the sky lightened, so I took the opportunity to get out for a run. I was only intending to do the same as last week, but I decided to take a slightly different path, going down the next valley over.
En route the path went through a mud trap… a ten metre stretch of well-trodden, watery cow-patted mud between two gates… I laughed every step of the way through!
The route then took me down to the village of Ovingdean, where there’s a dirty BIG hill to climb to get back up to the path I ran down last week… Daren would be proud that I ran all the way up, albeit very slowly!
The path back up the ridge seemed steeper than it did last week, at least until my legs got over the steep hill! I glanced over my shoulder to see another runner catching me up… I was grateful to be pushed and ran a little harder to delay the inevitable, but he reeled me in and then ran on ahead as if I was standing still!
4 miles in 45 minutes across the rolling Downs… not bad going Foster!