The big question for today's long run was what, or more exactly, how much, to wear. There was a chilly wind, so I wore a t-shirt covered by a long-sleeved top, with the sleeves pushed up. I was more or less the right temperature throughout the sixteen miles. The hero of the day was the shirtless runner I passed between High and Over and Fiveways. Sir, I salute your fortitude.
For much of the rest of the run I passed a number of walkers and runners, all clutching maps. They must have had a staggered start, for walkers and runners were intermingled. I asked what it was and was told it was a challenge walk.
With two weeks to go, I feel in good shape and spirits. I see that Sweder will keep his morale up by imagining his wife holding a pint of Harveys aloft at the finish. I must find a similarly motivating mental picture for my own use.
Miles this week: 38.07
Two weeks to the Brighton Marathon
