My weather app had told me that Sunday morning would be a sunny and cold day, perfect for me and Mr CBDB to go on one of our run-walks. I run in my nico nico slow & joggle kind of way and he strides in his handsome, rugged speedy kind of way. (Yes, “reader, I married him” ❤️😉)
If I haven’t mentioned it before, I should note that he’s the original runner in the family. A former cross country, middle distance runner, with past HM time of 1hr16min, he has been haunted by various injury couch stints related to old injuries and finally resolved to simply keep walking rather than running until his calf muscles healed again. So during my past year of learning how to run, after years of feeling my limits were a 3k walk and him running 3 times/wk, I became the runner of the family. This is a thing which I find still hilariously funny, as he also really looks the part of a runner, and I really don’t. Not yet anyway.
So we have started to run-walk. I run and he walks, and it’s perfect in speed for both of us. Actually, it’s a tad slow for him. (When we used to still play tennis, he used to also play me left-handed at times, to give me a chance. He is a right hander, but even playing with his left, I lost. Every time. And I’m not that bad!)
So we set off this morning, enticed by a new route I had mapped out, passing fairytale sounding places called Swallowmoor Wood, Stone Cliff Wood, and Slum Wood.
I had had to do some mud-managing jeffing, but it was magical to find completely new public footpath-based routes that, although they were close to enterprise zones or housing estates, they were also remote, wild, natural and secreted away paths, left to their own natural state.
So of the magical 6.5k we covered, I may have run 5k, the rest navigating muddy paths, uneven fields or uneven steps.
But it was another magical exploration of an area that I had not known to possess these naturalised, hidden away magical paths.
So a perfect Sunday morning run-walk. To top it off, back at home I finally managed to open a package that had arrived the day before, and my 10k Festival of Running Medal emerged.
I am wearing it as I write, a completely different kind of medal, all wood, but beautifully laser-carved, representing my first 10k last week.
Another beautiful day made even more special by another Sunday morning run! (Now on to some family boardgames, another enjoyable activity for a happy Sunday)
Happy running, everyone!