Having taken the best part of a week off to fight off a prospective cold, I spent the weekend juggling the possibility of getting a run in with moving into a new flat in Derby. On Saturday, I was regretting choosing the “penthouse apartment with Romeo and Juliet balcony” - read top floor flat with no lift or balcony, just great big window to throw yourself off during those Nick Drake moments. But once I was in, it was fine.
After convincing myself that the stairs were great training, I found a route into Findern this morning, which included running across some fields and getting nervous about cows. I reckon it was about 7 miles, which probably wasn’t really far enough, but I did need to get back for delivery of my IKEA beds. Just got to put the damn things together now…