February

[Sweder]

Crashed into February tonight with an ugly eight miler along the will-to-live-sapping A27.
I'd scarfed a whole pack of wine gums this afternoon in the hope that they would provide an energy boost - of course they just made me feel fat and slow. A fabulous moonlit night, the hills surrounding my out-and-back pavement plod bathed in a silvery sheen. I wish I could run on the downs in the moonlight. Sadly thoughts of slipping down a rabbit hole and snapping an ankle are too horrible; even I'm not daft enough to try.

Home in one hour nine minutes, four minutes slower than last Friday (I blame the wine gums!) but still useful. I've banked a lot of man-made miles in the last few days - eight tonight, thirteen last Sunday and a couple more on Monday morning. Happily I've got sixteen plus on the wonderfully sticky downs on Sunday to give my aching bones some respite; yippee!

A (hopefully edited) short clip of my moonlit plod with some eerie night vision headlamps will appear here sometime soon. If I can't edit it I'll forget it as mostly it's pitch black with some disturbingly heavy breathing and the occasional trippy dancing headlights. Perhaps I'll sell it to the Trance crowd.



Hmm . . . added a soundtrack which seems to have been lost in translation from my pc to YouTube.
Back to the ol' drawing board I guess . . .

Here's another. Last for a while, I promise. This one has the added soundtrack, but has lost the original commentary. Methinks there's a lot more work to be done . . .