Has it only been four days? It seems so much longer. Tonight, after the journey home on a number 12 bus.on which I nearly fell asleep, no mean feat, I went out for an early evening run. The first mile or so was hard, though my legs moved a little more fluently than yesterday. Then, once I'd climbed to South Hill Barn, it suddenly came together, and I enjoyed running over Seaford Head and down. When I reached tarmac again, the old lassitude came back.
It's hardly surprising, after some erratic training, and rather a lot of sherry, that I should be slow. I have faith that Juneathon will make things right.
