I did 7 bumpy miles last night, and came close to twisting/spraining/breaking my ankle not once but twice, stepping awkwardly on a kerb. This followed on from oh-so-nearly falling down the stairs the other day and bashing the sole of my left foot. In short, be careful, it's a minefield out there. And in there, as well.
Trying to work up enthusiasm to get out for another 6-8 miles, before heading off to Santander until Tuesday. The New Year's "celebrations", never all that effusive in Mrs. Ant's family (I'll be taking my own beer and wine, otherwise I'll be unlikely to get any) will include the San Silvestre, the traditional NYE race held in every town and village across Spain. Hoping to beat 22:00 for the 5.6 kilometres.