Day 20: Running (Out of Time)

I ran to Coton via Grantchester today and nearly wound up pancaked on the motorway (aka freeway) after one of many wrong turns.

Sir Andy tells me that there is a way to Coton that doesn't involved nearly being pancaked on the motorway, but I will have to see it to believe it.

It was a fairly intense run, not because it was particularly far or because I took it particularly fast, but because I was literally running in the middle of the street all the way from Grantchester to Coton, a distance of perhaps three miles that felt like an eternity because roads here don't have margins, just overgrown green stuff that's not very walk-able, let alone run-able.

The Footpath back to Cambridge from Coton, however, was lovely.

I then spent the rest of the day in a self-induced panic because I realized that I had three papers due within the next four days. 

And I'm going to Cardiff on Saturday. 

And racing on Sunday.

I have priorities, clearly.