As the alarm went off at 5 o’clock I sprang out of bed with my customary zeal and trotted gazelle-like round my running route waving gaily at passers by and whistling along to the birdsong.
Alright, so maybe I exaggerate slightly, it would be closer to the truth to say that I relcuctantly stumbled out of bed, found some clean running kit and headed out of the door into the teeth of a howling gale. On my sort-of-square route I had the wind at my side for half of it, against me for a quarter and happily behind me for the other quarter though I swear it felt like it was against me for much more than that!
If I can get up in time I’m planning on heading off to the wilds of Norfolk to take in a parkrun tomorrow morning. Juneathon total now up to 80k.