Friday, 23 June 2017
Return To Running
The heat has finally broken and we woke this morning to a cool breeze. Very welcome by me: I'm a Northern Hemisphere girl, unashamedly fond of jumpers.
I got back to running on Wednesday. After a week off I felt fat and unfit so I was very glad to get out with the club to the latest RR10, 5 miles through the woods and tracks of manor farm country park, which some of you may remember from BBC2's Wartime Farm. It was a lovely course, out into the countryside and back along the river Hamble, with its unique tidal mudflats smell hanging warmly on the early evening air.
I took it steady and enjoyed it immensely, running the first couple of k's with my buddy Mike who is doing the Clarendon with me in the Autumn. We had a good old natter as we trotted along- he's retiring next year and we discussed potential Marathon Ambitions, which I am going to encourage of course! I didn't have a great deal of oomph, which is not surprising given the cold bug and it was, at that point, still tremendously hot. I ran with a water bottle, which I don't usually do, took swigs of it along the way and tipped lots of it over my shoulders which really helped. I was about ten minutes slower than I would normally run 5 miles, but to be honest I was just so pleased to be out running again the time was immaterial.
Everyone was saying how hot it was and there were a lot of shiny, sweaty conversations at the end. My nemesis, Ray, who at present beats me over 3 mile, 5 mile and 6 mile distances, and I caught up and discussed what we usually discuss: at what point I will be beating him. As Ray is in his 60s, he thinks it will be down to his increasing age not my increasing ability :o) This is a conversation we have every time we see one another, it's good natured banter and it really does spur you on to improve. We always have a giggle about tripping each other up as the rivalry between us intensifies. We have mulled over how nice it would be to cross a finish line at the same time. I've told him he's got a year to prepare for handing the crown over :o)
Two of my friends fell over, one managed to do this in front of a Rather Handsome Man who gallantly scooped her up - she said the fall wasn't therefore a total disaster :o), - the other friend fell in the woods and got a nasty shock as a result. She said she felt like crying, poor love. Falling over as an adult really isn't much fun, is it? Anyway, she picked herself up and carried on to the finish where we all cheered her in.
The other bit of news is that I've got a Half Marathon booked for this weekend! Yay! Another reason to be glad the weather has changed. It should be a deal cooler, possibly even ideal running weather. It's a gnarly, hilly, off-road challenge, so will be right up my street. I'm not focused on the time as I'm still in tail-end-charlie-bug-mode, I just want to get round and have fun doing it. M isn't running this one; he's my support crew and is planning on running to certain points on the route to cheer me on. I think I will probably need that!
I'll let you all know how it goes.
Have a great weekend everyone,