I’ve got a little behind. So says Kim.
It’s late and we’ve been out for a delicious dinner at Cliff & Nessie’s place but I need to quickly write about today before it passes and I get behind again… you may have noticed that the previous post, although dated Wednesday, has only just hit the airwaves!
So this is the third birthday of www.FosterRuns.com and though most of the annual numbers are complete, I just haven’t had a chance to tot up to be able to comment… that will have to wait for another day.
I did get out for a run with Mark Johnson this morning though. We met at Jack and Jill at 9am, which just happened to be at the same time as Burgess Hill Runners – note Colin from the Wivelsfield Woodland Wobble in the foreground.
After talking a load of nonsense for the first five minutes, we actually settled down into a more serious conversation while we ran out past Ditchling Beacon.
It would be easy to make fun of Mark for wanting to turn around early (again), but alas it was because of a phone call conveying the sad news that his best friend’s son had just died. Pretty much nothing I can add to that, beyond my sincere condolences.
We ran back in a more sombre mood, covering what I calculate to be 7 miles in 1.15.