A first

For the very first time, I've run on consecutive days. Indeed, I know, I know, it's some kind of epiphany. Possibly.

I was in Whitstable over the weekend and had planned to run on Sunday, but, do you know what, I decided 'what the hell, I'm going to run on Saturday'. I went about 5 miles or so - along a flat path, with a gentle sea breeze blowing, it was lovely.

And then I couldn't think of a good reason not to run on Sunday as well - except it was horrible as I was too tired and it was chilly and very windy. Not horrible exactly, but not the nicest.

But hey, that was 2 runs on consecutive days. A first. Pat on the back for me, eh.