I ran late this afternoon, just for two miles, as I had spent the morning on the water as rescue boat skipper. I am sorry to say that when I came ashore I ate a generous lunch of a chicken and chickpea stew and crumble, washed down with a pint of Harvey's. This weighed heavily when I finally took myself out. Nevertheless, I can say that I ran, and I am now a third of the way through Juneathon.
