28th November, 8.89 miles, 1 h 33 min 28 s
Sarah was out for the day, seeing Mike graduate, so I thought I'd take a run to Felixstowe.
It's 9.5 miles which means it's knackering - but playing squash in the morning too was just plain stupid.
Highlight of the run was popping in to a local shop to get a drink only to hear a Scotsman going mad about not being able to understand their bogoff offer on beer - I think he may have had too much already.
Upon arriving at Felixstowe, I had the pleasure of taking the train back home - doing the journey I've just taken over an hour and a half to do, in just 15 minutes.
