Sunday, 26 January 2014
Feeling somewhat positive in my abilities (and perhaps deluded) I set off on an old favourite of a trail near my aunts house. An out and back route, fairly flat and all on a nicely cushioned peat path. I reached 5 miles comfortably at an acceptable pace, I saw many horses and families on bikes on this popular trail.
Although as I reached the halfway marker it did begin to rain… hmm no way to cut the run short and besides I have run in worse than some drizzle so I pushed on. I was feeling my pace started to dwindle a little towards the end and my back did not seem at its happiest.
On my return, I commenced stretching and a soak in the bath… all helped but as the day wore on my back was not feeling great. I may have gone too far.
Saturday, 4 January 2014
|In his element!|
I checked on facebook just to see if there was a message from Jerry to cancel, alas there was not so I got ready and with one more check just to be sure he was going to meet me in the downpour I left the house. It was raining but I was soon warm enough and resigned to the fact that although the weather was cack I was out and running, the first of the New Year and with my good running buddy so all was well with the world (if not a little soggy).
|Pair of Puddle Ducks|
We followed a route that crossed with one we had previously run and that merged with a recent run of Jerry's that took us to the St Pauls Cray Meadows, a place I never knew existed but quite a find for a runner as plenty of good paths and opportunities for circuits to add on 'lollipops' to the route. We were soon off the meadow and heading down the ridgeway towards the 'new path'. Path indeed it was a path of sorts, currently disguising itself as a dirty old muddy stream, we galloped in at full pelt like two delighted puddle ducks, galloping and sploshing our way through. Comment was made on the odd colour, as we reached the end we understood why, there was a stables and outside a huge pile of straw, horse apples and silage. We declared this path to from then on be known as Sh!t Stream Avenue.
Thoroughly delighted with ourselves and the new path we were on the return route, I was beginning to struggle but I was dragged along to get the 8 miles I had been promised and before long we were back at the car. I was dropped home where Jerry was rewarded - after removing poopy socks and trainers - with my own special homemade Christmas cake and a coffee.