While fitter hardier runners betook themselves to Bewl Water for the Bewl 15, I stayed at home, and, after a wild Saturday night, contented myself with a short trip. To make it a little more challenging. I did attack Seaford Head from a different direction, going straight up the difficult west face. It was windy and sunny, and the views were quite splendid. Later, defying the lifeguards' red flags, I swam in a rough sea, an exhilarating experience.
In the belief that I may soon be able to train properly and inspired by the BSMS runners who have entered en masse, I too have entered the Firle half marathon. This will change everything.
I was very pleased to see that Juneathon was won by Fit Artist, a richly deserved and popular victory.
