East district league cross country today. Out in the hills. And the wind. A ceaseless sky, heavy and low, searching the hilltops. Its vapour working on our every stitch of clothes. A pervasive, backwards dampness. And meanwhile...
Lumbering bodies, the great migration of a some great species. A herd of lycra and numbers. Limbs lank and soaking. The march forward, as in a dream.
Yeah, wrong way Karen.
