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Long run.

Well as my friends have been gently suggesting, it is a while since I actually raced. So I have entered a 1/2 marathon, at the end of Sept (well I think it is) so that it looks like I am focusing on writing my dissertation and not running.

So I thought in that spirit that I had better drag my fat arse for more than the 8 miles with which I and Eminem are comfortable (yes that reference is very tired, I am sorry, but Lose Yourself is still a good track to run to). I battled the extra mile out through Whitstable seafront, with its very slowly walking tourists and back through the same tourists about 3 cm further on.

On my run I found:

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that the tide was out in the harbour,

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that lobster pots are made of less cute but equally effective materials down south,

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someone has put out some nice flags for carnival,

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and the yarn bombers have been busy.

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10 miles, the last 2 of which hurt.

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