I was planning to help my folks move some flotsam & jetsam and since it was likely to be another warm day, I went to bed early (after an energetic day cutting grass and polishing my car) and got up at 6am. This meant I was out running by seven and down at their place shortly after ten.
It was a glorious day and already warm at 7am and I was surprised that I had a good flow of energy as I ran off down the road.
Alas, the energy only lasted about 2 minutes and I then had to work hard to keep myself moving. All the vague inclines felt like major hills and even the downhills offered little respite.
I ran down to Wivelsfield Station, along to the London Road and all the way down past Hassocks to a predetermined place that I know is the five mile marker.
And then I ran back again. Fortunately an idea was forming in my crazy mind on the way back so the miles went more easily, despite the fact that the return leg took exactly the same time as the outbound.
So ten miles in 1.36, 6.25 mph… and one crazy idea, yet to be unveiled.
The rest of the morning was lifting & carrying stuff around the house & garden and to the tip and it’s little surprise that I had an hour of sleep this afternoon!