Sleep deprivation training

I’ve always found that the second night after a long-haul flight is the worst. And so it was no surprise that I found myself wide awake before 4 o’clock this morning, waiting for dawn to crash through the curtains, so I could get out running. But before that time arrived my impatience had got the better of me. It was on with headtorch, slip into wet shoes, and out on to the dark country lanes and bramble-lined footpaths of this quintessentially English village. Even once the sun was up some of these lanes were so narrow, and cut so deeply into the surrounding hedgerows, that they remained in near total darkness. One thing Devon is not short on is hills, and so it was a solid two-hour workout that had to be rewarded with a full English breakfast!

Most poignant moment on the run: reflecting on how cruel old age is and how determined I am to keep using my body while it is still in serviceable condition. My mind is a lost cause anyway, so I’ll just have to live with that!

Most memorable moment: chasing a beautiful bushy-tailed fox down a narrow path…. you can guess who won!

Most senior moment: forgetting my camera for the second day in a row – hopefully tomorrow’s blog will be accompanied by a pic or two though.

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