Nick & I had a meeting scheduled for 9am this morning and he suggested that we squeeze a quick run in first. Twenty minutes into the run, he pointed out that he hadn’t meant quite this quick. For some reason I was flying along. So much so that at the turning point we had covered 3 miles in 24 minutes. 7.5mph.
We then ran the return leg at his pace, covering 1.9 miles in 15 minutes. 7.6mph.
Along the way, we chatted a lot, which puts paid to the theory about gassing slowing your running.
Nick had also, well, er, let’s just say that he’d eaten a curry the night before. Which puts paid to the theory about gassing slowing your… oh, I seem to have said that already.
Amazingly, we found time not only to notice the charms of the magical path and the beauty of Ditchling Common, but also to philosophise about the fact that people who live here see this countryside often, but seldom actually really appreciate it.
Even running, the tendency is to be watching the ground in front of your feet, rather than appreciating the richness of the scenery in front of your nose.
Especially if Nick is up front after a curry night.