Pressed for time on Friday morning, Nick and I managed only a quick run around.
His trainers arrived dirty and thanks to an excellent run, left looking like they were no longer new, though I feel sure that over the weekend they will have be reborn in the washing machine!
Mine, by contrast, are camouflaged in case I need to hide at any point. This is mainly because, between deliberate offensives and genuine slips (of which there was one today), I regularly splatter Nick in mud and I’m sure that at some point his trademark good naturedness will snap and I’ll need to disappear before something hits the fan.
We covered just over 5 miles on our 45 minute run at an average speed of 6.9mph.