I considered hopping in the car and doing a few lengths of Sidmouth's front. But maybe that would be too exposed - to wind and waves as well as gasping holiday makers. Not to mention the seagulls, who must have a peculiar diet.
Also, the deal breaker was the ability to dive under a shower at the end, rather than having to drive home covered in sweat and guano.
So, with Michael's blandishments, my honed playlist, runmeter plugged in and bluetooth all working off I trotted. And what a trot! Easy, this running lark. Only when I reached the bottom of the first hill did I realise that what goes down must surely and inevitably go up again. This is the first run I have done that isn't absolutely flat.
Along with undulations come great views, and what a gorgeous morning to be out. Taking in that view almost brought my downfall, as a very polite motorist asked if I would mind moving aside to let him pass. At least I think that's what he said. Fortunately he was the only vehicle I "met" on the entire run. Eventually Michael rang his bell, and the views were just as great going back. 4.6k including the walks start and end, but - it is done.