I ran on two consecutive days for the first time, yesterday and today. Not so remarkable, I hear you say, but up until now I have followed a rigorous policy of taking a day's rest between runs. My knee did feel a little odd, but the consultant will work his magic next week. I have been called for an x-ray.
There could not have been two more different runs. Yesterday I slogged up a hellish hill straight into gale-force winds, my feet slipping on the muddy ground. Today was calm and sunny, and my feet took me halfway up Seaford Head, then down to Splash Point and the front, where I met a chum, also out for a late afternoon plod. We speculated happily about the capacity in cubic metres of the monstrous lorries that drive up and down the beach all winter, redistributing the shingle.
I returned home to my first evening of abstinence.
