I seem to have slacked on the blogging aspect of Juneathon, but the last few days were not without excitement.
On the Monday, though I had decided to aim for 100 miles running for the month, I failed to run at all, and also realised that one run had been recorded twice. This left me with more than thirty miles to make up in four days. I did swim in the sea, however. My Juneathon mistake has been to be to attempt too wide a range of activities.
On Tuesday I ran a seafront run, early in the morning, putting nearly six miles in the bank.
On Wednesday I ran twice, a beautiful morning run, the light clear and fine, the sea flat and pellucid, and in the evening I ran with the Striders, to High and Over and down to the Cuckmere. I rarely run twice in one day, but, apart from odd twinges, everything worked.
Finally, today, with a target of 11.5 miles, I set off for Firle Beacon, out via Bishopstone, home via Bo Peep and Fiveways. On the tops of the hills it was chilly. I was by no means fast, I met the same couple with a psychotic dog twice and my legs hurt. Nevertheless, I arrived home in one piece.
The rest of the day contrived to celebrate my century. I allowed myself a glass of wine with lunch, taken in the garden, of spaghetti with an Abruzzi sauce of lamb, tomato and chilli. In the afternoon, The Mikado was on Radio 3. And in the evening I made a curry, and listened to Trevor Pinnock at the Wigmore Hall.
I enjoyed Juneathon. I should have made a greater effort to mix online with my fellow sufferers. I shall probably not be able to go to the celebratory 5k and picnic in London. LIke everyone, though, I abase myself before JogBlog, the high priestess who presides over these rites and without whom none of this would happen. I am sorry for teasing her about the sestina.
My totals for the month:
Running: 100.2 miles
Swimming (pool): 2.8 miles
Swimming (sea): ?
Gym: ?
