A lone runner, a bike ride and lots of sandwiches

Warming up for my bike ride down by the quay, I happened upon the lone figure of doctor_squale running through the crowds of tourists and dodging the dog walkers. Leaving the Good Doctor to run in peace, I cranked up the pace and headed off towards Exmouth, only to be hampered by a gusty headwind. In the end, I called it a day just shy of Exmouth, headed back through Lympston and Topsham to town.

All of which exertion, combined with a day spent running up and down stairs, going from my desk to the computer room and back several times an hour, has put an enormous hole in my reserves which I've just remedied with large quantities of peanut butter sandwiches. If I keep this up, I'll end up having to follow Matthew Sparkes' example and carry flapjacks around with me to eat on the go...