There were seven of us up at Ashton this morning. It's good to see Mark D running again - he's getting in trim for an assault on Precinct 13 - I mean Drovers, leg 13 of the Welsh Castles Relay - go on Mark, you know you want to...
We ran for 1 hour and 1 minute at a nice leisurely pace. A perfect little run to get yesterday out of the legs. It was windy but once in amongst the trees it was very pleasant.
Tomorrow I intend to head to the Downs for Rick's session. My new Nemesis, Mike T, may also be calling in - I shall have to try and psych him out in training before the next Bridge in a few months time...
Thought for the day: Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fibre, not the toy.
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