Pete's Eats

06:28. Misty. Cold. Dark. Blood moon slowly dropping below the horizon. Heltor Skeltor flashing away at the end of pier as a sort of surrogate lighthouse. No one around at all.

I found that elusive rhythm that sees your feet, legs and lungs all working at just the right level to keep you going and going.

That was my run this morning.

And yes, I’m smug about it too, despite my legs aching like a bastard!