Grace on her holidays, fully clothed in the North Sea.
Distressed by the way the bathroom scales are slowly creeping up since completing my 1200 Mile trek, I have decided to take more action. Yesterday I went jogging. Today I am sitting at my desk with legs that feel they have been injected with lead. No running for me today. I was surprised how much easier it was to run that before my walk. I had tried it last year but felt like a fat old carthorse on its last legs. I gave it up quickly. Tomorrow I am in York all day, so my next chance to run will be Thursday - legs permitting. I'll let you know how I get on.