After we'd eaten we went to West Mersea. It was quite cool in the strong onshore breeze, but in the shelter of the groyns it was actually pretty hot, so we set up the deckchair for Grandma while we prospected for shells and pebbles.
While Emily had her dinner with the others, I went off for an hour's run along the old railway track turned country park. I felt slightly nervous being out on my own in some of the more secluded sections of the track, but there were lots of dog-walkers and cyclists also using it so I was usually within sight of at least one person. As for the run, I hated every step as it was too warm and I had clearly not hydrated well enough. John, Mum and Emily came down to the start of the trail to meet me and I was extremely pleased to finally stop running. On the day of a record-breaking London Marathon, I doubted whether I had one in me, having been gung-ho for doing it beforehand!
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