November

[Sweder]

Not sure about a PB in Almeria - there's many a slip and all that.
But it bodes well for early training, at least so far as the apparent absence of knee-gah! or calf-knack are concerned.

A wonderful wallow in glorious mud on my recovery run this morning. Wind howled, rain lashed. My FLM 'tough shit 2004' windcheater was as rice paper to the elements, soaked and heavy after a few hundred metres. I chugged along grinning madly, thinking back to the wonders of the Steyning Stinger when Moyleman, Rog and I battered out a full marathon in this crap. Rivers of mud cascaded down the chalk and flint trails. Every heavy step threw up a plume of brackish water to speckle my legs - terrific fun.

Footing was precarious and the time - 51:30 - reflected that as much as the lactic residue of yesterday's efforts. Soaked, chilled to the marrow and plastered in filth I arrived home improbably happy, much to the disgust of Mrs S who, barely glancing up from her paper, growled 'shoes off!'

Happy days