It had been my intention to get up and out this morning, but a broken night’s sleep finally yielded to the day shortly after 9am and it then took me two hours to get to the start of my run… physically, yes but particularly mentally.
I ran from my folks place down to Rottingdean and then along to the Palace Pier… and back again. It was the first day that I felt like taking a chance on the weather so it was shorts on, 2011. The chilly wind blasting up the valley into my face caused me to ponder my decision, but once I warmed up there was no question that it was a good call.
The runners of Brighton were out in force and some of them were even friendly enough to return my greeting… the rest either being focused intently on their running, having a policy of not acknowledging strange looking men, or just being miserable gits.
Between Rottingdean and the Marina I ran along the grass rather than the road, so the views were great.
And it was presumably the day of the London to Brighton ‘old bikes’ ride, as Brighton was heaving with people and motorbikes… most of them contemporary!
It wasn’t the fastest run, to be fair. Going out I averaged 6.6mph, but with the gradient against me coming back I managed only 5.85mph. Overall a nice comfortable run of 12.5 miles in 2.01, 6.2mph, 9.68 minutes per mile.