Long post alert!
For the last four months I have been running off and on just because I seem to have been picking up all the bugs that are going. Finally at the end of this LAST one (and it had better be just that. Really don't any more for a while) and wow! I am amazed! Last day of antibiotics today and feeling fine.
I figured after 3 walks this week and a couple of those being fairly long ones I might be in the frame for a good run this morning. Went out with no expectations and just followed my nose. And kept going. And going. Kept the pace slow and walked where and when needed. What a beautiful morning.
The straits were as still as the proverbial millpond as I ran under the Menai Bridge and the tide was in. As the dog walkers were out I gave Church Island a miss - narrow paths and all that - and headed towards the next section of coastal path. Still feeling good so carried on. There were birds in abundance and as I ran through the leaf strewn woods along the edge of the straits I could hear the curlews and oystercatchers with their unmistakable call as they flew along the shoreline. Back uphill again and under Britannia Bridge without detouring to say hello to the stone lions. Down past the chapel where the monument stands to those who died during the making of the bridge and out onto the beach and past Nelson gazing across the straits. Herons gliding effortlessly over the water and one stood on a rock so intent on fishing he was totally undisturbed by my running so close. Redshanks rising startled from their breakfast and flying off in alarm. It was one of those runs I just didn't want to end. Along the pebbly beach and up through the woods with steep steps that could only be walked. Back along the top road with views of the mountains peeping out from under the clouds. Glad I took this route and only did so to avoid the naughty school children smoking up the alley way I would have taken
And I am buzzing. A slow 9.2k but the furthest I have run in a very long time. I knew my body was strong enough but wasn't sure how well my lungs would cope. Coughed a bit and chest became tight when I stopped but that soon cleared so road to recovery here I come
The photo is of Britannia Bridge and Nelson from the pebbly beach. Taken on a different and much cloudier day but such a beautiful place