December 2015

[Sweder]

Another outing with the Lewes Twitten posse this morning. Last week was a write-off, Man-Flu taking a brutal toll on my jet-lag addled bones.

Six men and true. Well, five grizzled men and a young man, the heart of the Moyleman team: The Moylemen. CharlieCat. OATR, Tom Roper, Brian Courage and his son, Will. Adorned in garish tops we wove our luminous thread through the cobbled back-streets, stitching east to west and back again. I took it easy, mindful that my lung capacity was not yet fully restored. My legs felt fine, as they should after a week without activity.

Just after halfway OATR pulled up, clutching the back of his knee. He's been following a Moyleman training schedule, cooked up by a fellow runner, to bring him up to speed in relatively short time. He finished the course at a leisurely pace (somewhat closer to my own than Duncan, Brian and Will, who seemed to cruise up the increasingly narrow, horribly steep passageways effortlessly).

Post-run coffee was delicious, as was the post-run, post-coffee nibbles served at Chez OATR by, appropriately enough, The Lewes Nibbler, our resident gormand and tweeter of fine morsel outlets. Great company, lovely food and a timely return to sweaty, eye-popping exercise.