What, I wonder, might the five year old boy I was in 1960 have thought if he had been told that in fifty years time he would mark Christmas Eve and Christmas Day morning by going out in the cold, wearing shorts, and running?
On Christmas Eve I went out for a evening run. My eyesight is not good enough to read the Garmin's screens at night, and if I lock the bezel, which is wise, then I can't turn the back-light on. Consequently a great deal of the run was spent stopping under lamp-posts, trying to make sense of the screen. I also failed to stop it properly when I arrived home, so it looks as if a three-mile run took me nearly an hour.
This morning was much more pleasant: bright, if cold, sunshine, offering beautiful views from the top of Seaford Head. I ran a four mile route taking in South Hill Barn, Hope Gap and Seaford Head over surfaces likened by Sweder, ever ready with the running mot juste, to running on pavlova.
Friday's run:
Distance: 3 miles
Time: 32:40
Pace: 10:53
Saturday's run:
Distance: 4.11
Time: 47:20
Pace: 11:53
