Took the children camping on Exmoor, in Doone Valley, indeed. Weather was glorious, campsite fab, had great plans of setting my alarm for 5.30 and doing a good tempo run on the moor with some hillwork and cold water acclimatisation thrown in and back in time for a slap up breakfast and a day of jollity.
Only when my alarm went off at 5.30 it was lashing down, or rather, sideways, with rain and howling wind. The moors, whih had looked picturesque in the sun yesterday looked bleak and forebidding. What could be seen of them in the mist, at any rate.
Never mind, set off with scarcely a backward glance at my family all snuggled up in warm sleeping bags and the dog who was looking at me as if I were mad from her nest in the middle. Had a steep ascent to warm me up first of all and then 10k of gruelling grimness across the moor. Then finally had eneough and headed back to camp, only to find, having scrabbled down steep slope mainly on hands and bum, that I had msijudged and was somewhere else. Luckily I was still by the river so could just follow it downsteram until I found the campsite. I am not sure why I still thought getting in the water was a good idea. It was a whole new definition of cold, and with hidden pools and dip I was fully soaked by the tme I got back to base (although fortunately this was only a few hundred yards in the event)
happily, when I got back to the tent, where my family were still cosily tucked up in their sleeping bags, I received a hero's welcome and everyone crowded round to help me out of my wet things and towel me down and gave me hot tea and my wife cooked me scrambled eggs and made me hot water bottles and the dog ay on my feet to warm them up.
Actually this is not true. They were all most disgruntled to be woken up by me lumbering about, with chattering teeth trying to pull off wet compression gear and falling over and so on. There was not tea or scrambled eggs or hot water bottles because we could not light the camp stove due to the rain and in the end we had to pack up in the downpour and go home again. 2 hours in car with damp grumpy children, dmaper grumpier wife and damp and smelly dog. Recognition of my achievement/sympathy for my suffering? Less than zero. The best the dog could manage was an 'I told you so' look.
To add insult to injury the sun is shining in a blue sky now, but I don't care. I have lit the fire and am spending the rest of the day on the sofa with pots of tea and Jaffa self saucing pudding and custard.
" Home. I've gone home, and I'll think of some way to get my running mojo back. After all, tomorrow is another day." (and Parkrun!)
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I laughed out loud when I read that 😂. Sorry! It was the bit where you said 'actually this is not true'. Great read but my God you don't do things by half do you?! Think you have definitely earns your day on the sofa and that pudding. Enjoy!
Funnily enough my daughter announced yesterday that she really liked sherry and it was the only grown-up drink she liked. Which greatly surprised me. It was only after she went on to clarify about it being sold in cans and being fizzy that I realised she meant shandy.
You're mad Rignold. But this reminded me of our family camping holidays when we were kids as it was always raining when we had to put the tent up and take it down. Always.
Still, as you say tomorrow is another day and the weather forecast is good!
That made me smile - I can see both sides. My husband has been running for several years and I rarely have any sympathy when he crashes about early in the morning getting ready for a run or comes back hyped up accompanied by sweaty-man smell!! Having started 'running' at Easter I am beginning to see the other side!
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