In spite of spiritual preparation, by listing to Bach's cantata for Epiphany, Sie werden aus Saba alle kommen BWV 65, I failed to experience any manifestations during a five mile run on Seaford front. In fact it was very foggy. Like many young people of my generation I dabbled with hallucinogenic drugs, but never had the interesting hallucinations that others reported. I did once spend some time sitting on the banks of the Cam, under the influence of lysergic acid diethylamide, convinced that a flock of mallards had malevolent intentions towards me, but that was the limit. I never saw eternity in the creases of my trousers, not for want of trying.
I wondered how my legs would cope, after a week of running, but they held up reasonably well.
Miles this week: 17.7
Four weeks till the Chichester Priory 10k
Eleven weeks till the Hastings Half
Seventeen weeks till the Three Forts
