Day twenty-seven: rest. I did nothing unless I'm allowed to count a lot of driving
Day twenty-eight: swimming coaching, hard work, front and back crawl and pushing off from the wall and dolphin-kicking underwater. In the afternoon, a three mile run; in the evening the Seaford Striders awards ceremony. The guest of honour was Julia Armstrong; she was far better than some speakers at such occasions. The point I remember most is that she told us, based on her long running career, that one can always come back from periods of injury and set-back, and run again.
Day twenty-nine: the long run, ten miles, to Bo Peep and back. The farmers are keeping their sheep off the high ground, perhaps fearing snow in the coming week. Woodpeckers drummed in the trees on the outskirts of Seaford. Once on the path to Bo Peep, I saw a bird of prey, too big for a kestrel. Even with my glasses I would be hard put to tell if it was a merlin or hen-harrier. And that was the end of the fifth week of marathon training.
Total this week: 26.28
Five weeks to the Eastbourne half marathon
Eleven weeks to the Brighton marathon
