And plough is the right word for a run early on a dark morning. It was still warm, but I hadn't realised that there was a slight drizzle which the breeze along the sea-front whipped up into something more unpleasant.
I've been doing my sums, and wondering how to reach my target of a hundred miles in Janathon. Given that marathon training starts next week, and then I try to have a couple of non-running days, on which I swim or take some other form of exercise to fulfil my quota. At the moment I seem to be around twenty miles short, not something I can compensate for with a very long run on the last day.
