On Sundays we run.
Most days we run, tbh.
I had plans for a bicycle ride, but the weather saw that off. And so a big old run instead.
My usual 10 miler hasn’t been testing me of late. I decided to kick along a little further and see how far I could push it. Thirteen miles sounds good, YEAH?
It was overcast as I plodded out of the mean streets of CO7. My mood was lifted when Robert Elms dropped EBTG’s Each and Every One.
Free of other distractions, I had the perfect pop four minutes or so to take it all in. The track may be over 40 years old, but I’m still hearing fresh arrangements. There’s so much going on.
Not bad for a debut single. Only bettered by Tracey Chapman’s Fast Car.
The awkward little stretch around the back of the University has been made easier. I saw yesterday that my half decent local Cllr got his stepladder out and did a DIY trimming of the hedgerow blocking the path and traffic lights.
GOOD EFFORT, Sir.
I reached Sunny Colch and Castle Park. Two cats at two different locations were showing off in front of excitable young kids who were spoiling them.
Casts can be such tarts.
The weather turned humid. It suited the stench of strong weed as I made my way up Greenstead Road.
I took a downpour at the University. The skies were still blue, but some right pelters came down.
This is where I usually end the 10 mile route. I pressed on to the Quay.
Oh, I’m struggling a little here. My watch said that I needed another 1km or so to clock up the 13 miles.
Bummer.
Another little local loop was added.
There. That’s me done. I’ve reached my limit, for now.
That’s 40km in the past three days. I need to take a little time off.
A brief trip to the Coop to buy some milk ended up with a complete BOOZE run. Every few months or so half the stock is reduced to silly prices.
What am I going to do? Just look at the bottles of BOOZE?
I came out with as much as I can carry. The highlight has to be the 8% bottle of Old Tom for £1.60.
I’ll be back. Probably first thing in the morning. With a bigger bag.
Chin chin.
We watched DIRTY DIRTY Leeds United fall apart again at Wembley. I wasn’t really in a BOOZING mood after the run. I raised a cup of tea to Southampton instead.
The plan was to catch the final session of the day for Surrey down at Hampshire. That went well, did’t it.
Oh dear.
Instead I blitzed The Giro highlights. Pogačar is a little master.
Chapeau!