I left the car at the sailing club last night after a wonderful Burns Night supper; Jane's haggis was a triumph and my trousers were the talk of the party.
I ran today by way of Firle Beacon. The exposed sections of the route on the top of the escarpment were cold in the northerly wind; in Bishopstone village I came upon a field of lambs, and the snowdrops that grow in a little wood near the church are starting to come out. I finished at the sailing club. The bar opens on a Sunday afternoon, but I had cars to drive.
I felt tired afterwards, but form now on all my long runs will be greater than this distance. Even on the Sunday before the marathon, I do twelve miles.
Total running miles this week: 31.63
Eleven weeks till the Brighton Marathon
