Lammas tide falls at the beginning of August. Around 40 days after the summer solstice, it's the warmest time of the year; in that sense the very zenith of summer. It's a time of quiet at work and congestion on the main roads. It's when I groan about sodding football stories getting time on television (August? Really?) and when, in fine weather, the landscape feels at ease with itself; no longer vigorous with growth, but earthy, mellow and mature. The year is also just about to tip into the first signs of Autumn as the nights start to get a little longer and cooler. And thus begins marathon season.
I've got two substantial Autumn adventures this year; the perennial favourite the Clarendon marathon on 2 October and then something completely different - the Skibbereen Charity Adventure Race on 16 October. I've just started long-distance training with a gentle run-commute. It's as much a mental as physical step up; a conscious, deliberate feeling of 'right, now I've started'.
Off we go!
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