Cliff had thrown down a gauntlet of sorts yesterday by suggesting that I could (in part) redeem my relay-absence by running the Seaford half-marathon, scheduled to start at 9am this morning.
So 8.45am found me ready for the off for the first time in a month. Alas, I was nowhere near Seaford at all!
Instead, I ran my lovely little short circuit and was glad… glad that I hadn’t run in the heat of yesterday and glad that I hadn’t been so stupid as to rise to Cliff’s gauntlet. Why? Because, despite the comparative coolness of the morning, it was super humid out there after the torrential rain last night.
I was also glad to be back in the lush greenness of the UK!
5.2 miles in 44 minutes, despite the humidity and the lack of practice… not a bad first outing, but I fear that I’m going to have to come up with some better excuses if I’m going to skive off any more big races!
I’m glad I ran no further… stiff legs abound and worse to follow tomorrow, no doubt!
…. ministry of silly walks abound!