Running up that hill

Got out for a lunch time run. Training for barrathon (the hilly circumference of the island is just shy of a half marathon) and an art installation planned for the festival called speed of light (they strap lights to runners and make them travail the various contours of the hill to a choreographied sequence.)

The slope at the 45o angle is the salsbury crags route. All attempts to run the full length have failed in a sweaty mess. However I am overtaken by a lot of runners. It is possible to do...

If I ever make it the full way you'll probably have to bury me in that graveyard afterwards.

Again, again, busy blip and uneventful day. The tediousness will continue for a while as I have some studying to do at night.

More Ulysses reading tonight, very excited about the upcoming bloomsday festivities on radio 4. Especially if they leave the dirty bits in.