6.30am yesterday arrived mid-dream and even though the alarm woke me, it left me unsure for some time how much of the intrigue in my head was real. I was rising early for a run with the Bok and for once (after consuming my quadspresso) I felt ready for him!
However, 7.30 came and went and with no call to warn of his late arrival, I called him at ten to eight. It just rang out to voicemail. Worried, I called back at 8am to be answered by a sleepy voice… just woken up.
Mindful of the time, but not wanting to waste the morning, I went out for a quick run on my own. Out to the Royal Oak, up through Hundred Acre Wood, back down the magical path and back through to the house.
I managed to maintain the pace that I had run at the track on Tuesday evening for about twenty minutes, delighted at how effective just one training session had been and although my performance tailed off, I was still running well at the end.
En route I got accosted by three boisterous dogs, received a telephone call, which, since it was from John Munn who was a very keen runner himself, I took without stopping, and got rained on, albeit briefly.
I covered a sniff under 6 miles in a mere 48 minutes… just under 7.5mph. Based on that, I guess I had better continue with the training, although maybe I should give the more local Burgess Hill club a try to save the additional drive!
I think that you’ll find it is pronounced ‘quicky’, sir!