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September 02, 2007

Sunday 16 miles

I ran sixteen miles up to and along the Firle Beacon escarpment. I ran first west, as far as the trig point on Itford Hill, then back in the other direction as far as the hill above Alfriston. It was busy, for not only did I meet the horses of the Firle Ride, but also some walkers for breast cancer, including among them the vivacious Mel Suppel of the Language Institute. I was just outside 3 hours.
Time: 3:00:06
Distance: 16.12
Pace: 11.10 (best 7.07)
I also ran on Saturday evening, four miles on the reverse High and Over route.
Time: 41:57
Distance: 4.19
Pace: 10.01 (best 7.27)

Total mileage this week: 36.64 (or if counted as a strict week, 52.26)
Eight weeks till the Beachy Head Marathon

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