Ar the end of the first week's training for London, I ran eight miles early on Sunday morning to Firle Beacon and back. I had the best of the weather, though there was still a strong wind and, having run the previous evening, my legs felt tired. For some reason the outward trip was harder work than the trip home, and my legs feel it, but so they should; this is marathon training, after all. The downs looked splendid in late-December sunshine, though the Exmoor ponies were as forlorn as ever. I wonder if sugar-lumps might cheer them up or, in their absence, a gel?
Time: 1:28:00
Distance: 8.28
Pace: 10.37 (best 7.55)
Total this week: 24.59
Fifteen weeks till the London Marathon
