I've always been a light sleeper, at least until a couple of years ago, when the doctor put me on some anti-hypertensives which I took at bedtime and which knocked me out completely; they also gave me baroque and rather interesting dreams, which I cannot recount for a family audience. Recently he changed them, and I'm back to disturbed nights, with much duller dreams. Take last night:
10:30 pm: retire to bed. One of the cats burrows under duvet and bites my feet at random intervals as I try to sleep
2.00 am: woken by front door, as daughter returns
2.30 am: woken by front door, as son's girl-friend returns
3.30 am: woken by son, son's band, and son's band's equipment, returning from a gig at one of Eastbourne's premier boîtes de nuit; they do their best to be quiet, but no one can move several tons of bulky equipment into the hall, while preventing unauthorised egress of cats, in total silence
5.00 am: woken by distressed cat, who had had some sort of contretemps with an amplifier
Consequently, I was not at my best when I issued forth for a seven miler. I chose a route up to High and Over, then over to Fiveways and back into town. It goes by way of the high ground inland from Seaford. It was hard, dull work under grey clouds and the Garmin threatened to run out of juice, though lasted till the end. The hedges were bare, and I saw little wildlife: one rabbit, one squirrel, one jay. Things will improve. And so ends the second week of marathon training.
Next week presents more of a challenge as I shall be back at work. When training for previous marathons, I've been able to fit some of the mid-week runs into a lunchtime, but I don't have that option this time.
Total this week: 24.7 miles
Eight weeks to the Eastbourne half marathon
Fourteen weeks to the Brighton marathon
