I haven't written here for too long, but there's been little to write about. I can claim one run last Sunday, the short route over Seaford Head. As I toiled up the hill towards the barn, a seam of snow still lay under one hedge halfway up the hillside. I had a nasty coughing fit about half a mile out, and was nearly sick, but pressed on.
There's hope though. For the next six Sundays I'll be taking my daughter to Eastbourne on Sunday mornings for rehearsals for a dance production she's in,, to appear at the Eastbourne Dance Festival. This gives me two hours to kill in Eastbourne, which must be good for twelve miles, along the front, up Beachy Head and over to Birling Gap, or inland to Jevington and back. There's nothing else to do there, after all. If I could squeeze a couple of weekday runs in, perhaps some speed work, I'd have a reasonable training programme for Hastings, which I've decided will be the first race of the year.
