Following last night and my painfully slow painful run followed by an evening out, I wasn’t sure what to expect today.
And waking up, getting up and doing some decorating didn’t reveal what was going on either, to be fair. So I took the bike for a slightly extended paper purchasing outing and came back under the impression that all was just about fair. So outing the chores of shopping and stuff allowed me to jog.
I decided I quite fancied looking properly at this:
So it’s precisely what I headed for. The new bridge over the M20 in Ashford, scene of several jumpers already and quite a nice structure in itself.
It’s a little over 3.5 miles away and having a destination for the run was fantastic, rather than doing my usual (and much loved) option of conjuring up a circuitous loop of the countryside.
A slow-ish pace was entered into the Garmin, my virtual partner set to keep me honest and away I went.
Scorchingly cold, my nipples are now way sore in the frustrating way I have whereby I feel colder despite getting hotter. Nice to warm up while running, but it was a stagnant chill; the air is so heavy and so un-stirred by breeze that the smells of the Givaudan factory on the other side of the motorway (near the bridge destination) were able to remain undisturbed and travel as far as the railway around a mile from it. Normally the aroma gets dissipated by the motorway and can’t be picked up more than quarter of a mile away. The dental flavour (recognised from when I built them a concrete access road around 18 years ago) has always been a favourite!
So having reached the bridge, frozen as I took some snaps and started my return, my pace picked up a little and the homeward leg was a pleasure. No worries about not finishing or having to walk and keeping the breathing as slow as I did meant no worries about having to slow up and ruin a steady run.
Very satisfying.
Now if the rest of the month is anything to go by, I guess I’ll wake up with ruined legs after this one and struggle for the rest of the month!
136 runs, 96 exercises and 47 cycles to go.

I’m not a fan of bone chilling cold runs