Well you’re only supposed to do 2 trial runs with the club before joining, and I’d already done that. Admittedly both of those runs had been in the dark,in the woods, in the rain, so probably no one would recognise me and I could’ve swung a couple of extra trials wearing a long blonde wig or false moustache. In the end I stumped up my £47 for the year and now hope that I’ll use it.
The club seems friendly although there are some very serious athletes (or athletes who take it all very seriously) but they seem to think I’ll be OK in the slow group who I went out with last night. 6 miles, 6 very slow miles up steep slippery hills (I walked but so did others including the leader for safety reasons!) and across what can only be described as a quagmire of mud churned up by horses and forestry commission vehicles. After I’d seen the gloop flow over the top of one guys trail shoe and over his ankles, I negotiated a route between the trees, next to the main path. Too far from home to lose a shoe in the dark! It may have been slow but my legs know about it today!
Much hysterical laughter with grown men jumping in a stream to wash the mud off and screams when a badger (bigger animals than they look on springwatch) ran out in front of us. After a chat in the car park at the end, I’m a little concerned that I may have agreed to do a duathlon in the summer. I’ll get the bike out at the weekend and start training just in case! And it’s only a matter of time before someone else mentions that a half marathon would be a great thing to aim for! It’s certainly more fun running in a group than plodding round the same streets on my own. I can see myself improving already.