(sick) (rest day)
Any thoughts that I was on the improve were dispelled fairly dramatically around 3.30 this morning (and on multiple other occasions in the following hours). Perhaps more concerning in a running context was that I also had quite severe lower leg cramps during the night - bad enough that there was some residual soreness all day - which I took to mean that something was fairly significantly out of balance.
I wouldn't have even thought about starting in an individual race; in a relay there is the element of letting the rest of your team down, but a suitable replacement was on hand in Warren (in fact he did better than I probably would have done, even if well).
At least dehydration wasn't an issue today as the endless summer of 2018-19 came to an abrupt end (at least for now). At Orange, which is probably a good match for Hill End, it didn't get above 10 after 10am and it ended up being the coldest March day since 1987. It was even more chilling waiting outside for dinner (at least until Bridget found an appropriate use for a copy of the Daily Telegraph, namely using it in the fireplace).
Staying in the centre of town at the Royal Hotel has its advantages; it certainly has old-time character, even if the only thing which has obviously advanced since the 19th century (other than the prices) is the existence of electricity.