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March 06, 2008

Six and eleven miles

Two runs to report in this post, a six mile run early yesterday morning out towards Bo Peep and back, and eleven miles at steady pace today, to Firle Beacon and back by way of Blackcap Farm. There were odd patterns on the side of the south face of Firle Beacon, as if made by sand. I wondered if someone was planning a chalk fertility figure on the downs; if so, it looked more like a female figure than the long man of Wilmington.

Wednesday
Time: 1:06:23
Distance: 6.00
Pace: 11.04 (best 7/39)

Today
Time: 2:01:41
Distance: 11.06
Pace: 11.0 (best 5.25)

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    10k: Brighton Reebok 10k, November 20, 2005 0:45:25
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  • χαιρέτε νικὠμεν
    χαιρέτε νικὠμεν means "Greetings, we've won" and are the words attributed by Plutarch and Lucian to the runner who brought news of victory at the battle of Marathon to the people of Athens. They both wrote some six hundred years after the battle and the story is unlikely. Herodotus, who was closer to events, writes of a runner called Pheidippides who ran from Athens to Sparta to ask for help before the battle, but says nothing of a run to tell the Athenians of the victory. "So, when Persia was dust, all cried, 'To Akropolis!
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