When I entered the Worthing 10k, I thought to myself that nothing could be more agreeable than a seaside 10k on a June evening. In the evening, the heat of the day would have abated, and I would run a strong race, watched by admiring bathing beauties, compelled to leave their sunbathing to watch my puissant progress round a sunny course. Reality was a little different. At the sailing club, when the wind is strong enough for kite-surfing, it is too much for sailing; one might add that it may be too much for running too. When I arrived at the start of, i saw kite-surfers in action and thought it a poor omen. It was cold too, and I envied those runners who had worn something more than a vest and shorts.
In the event, once we had started, I warmed up quickly and ran a good race, finishing in, by my watch, 56:25. And that concludes the quartet of races of the past weeks. My next fixture is the Phoenix 10k.
