First Run of Easter

I skipped Sunday, cos Saturday was busy and late, and I only had four hours sleep (apart from patches of snooze on the coach from London). So today it had been a week without running — and the run (O, how I longed to not-run, how sweet would those minutes of extra rest have been) was boot bad. Breathing was ragged, but muscles responded well and I kept a good pace for the first half mile. In the end, 10:16.

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