The last time I ran with Dai it was chucking it down with rain, so it was rather appropriate that Daren, Dai and I should choose this morning to run since it was once again precipitating in-extremis. In every other way though, it was a lovely day to go out running. And a good day to take the orange shoes for a spin.
We headed out past Ote Hall, getting a cheery wave from the lady of the manor as she drove past, out past the pyjama-llamas (I know Debbs, they’re Packham’s Alpacas really) and down into Wivelsfield village. Then up Hundred Acre Lane and down through the woods. It was all so beautiful, despite the rain.
Once past the industrial estate (hey Lou, your garage is about the size of my house!) we ran down the magical path and then back across the common to home.
The orange shoes performed well by all accounts and the soles were strangely cleaner at the end, but much wetter! There’s still little to beat running with friends (other than maybe eating breakfast with friends, or having a beer with friends). And I found this lovely photo of Daren & Dai hanging over a five-bar gate when they were much smaller.
Seven miles took us one hour fifteen, which must be under 6mph, but only because we were gassing so much!
I’ve run behind Daren when he’s been gassing before!