A wonderful evening for running, bright sun, clear skies and a light wind. The first 15 minutes went very well, and the barley field at the top of Landport Bottom was glowing a translucent yellow in the setting sun.
However, once I got to the top, in sight of Firle Beacon it all started to go pear shaped. I ran out of energy and, at the point I started to head downhill towards the Neville, my hip started to hurt. The last 8 minutes were hell on stilts. While I just about managed to keep going, I won’t have broken any records, but just about feel better about myself for keeping going.
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