Another day, another morning. By heck it hurt. Well not hurt exactly, I think it was just the effect of having 12 hours between yesterday’s efforts and today’s, but everything was just a bit weary and achy. I ended up 2.5 slow miles (I’m not finishing the week with a point something) down by the lodge, Dracula being made all the more atmospheric by the smell of wild garlic.
While I’ve been running to Dracula it’s been atmospheric, if not necessarily speed-enhancing. Seeing as one of the Juneathon prizes is four audiofuel complilations, I thought I might give them a whirl with the Juneathon mix. I suspect that it may be a bit of a change from my usual mix of Show of Hands, Flight of the Conchords and Dolly Parton.