I managed to drag myself up to Coombe Dingle tonight - 2nd time in 6 weeks - whoop de doo! And I nearly bailed out again due to a mild headache.
Sadly (read: thankfully) I got the time wrong and missed the first two of the intended six 750m reps. Thus, I felt quite good compared to everyone else, allowing for my poor fitness.
But my, once you’re going, don’t it feel good? That slightly foggy spritzer was most refreshing, and being close to young springy people gives an old man a slightly bird-in-flight illusion for a short while.
Good to see Dave T up there again, and chat to a few other people too. I hope I can start getting there a little more often than every six weeks …
Oh, I nearly forgot: Spikes. I’ve never had any but tonight I felt in danger of slipping on the grass. So, I’m thinking, maybe I’m allowed to indulge.
Keep getting cramp though. What’s that all about?