Got up earlier yesterday morning as we were heading home..
It's been a super week in the tin tent, some excellent weather and glorious surroundings, it would be great to have Lady Margaret's Park at Chirk in my running area! Hey ho!
Up before 7, and although not as sunny as Thursday, it was dry, with the faintest hint of mist, fast disappearing over the trees as I warmed up . Sky a dullish slate blue, but, the merest suggestion of sun to come. I still have the remnants of a cough, but like so many of our friends on here, feel I just have to get on and get through it!
I met some early morning dog walkers on the way to the entrance to the park. Inundated last evening by a tide of weekenders, in caravans and motor homes, and so many dogs!
They looked faintly surprised to see a small grey personage, hat pulled down, buff pulled up and the funkiest running tights ever! Tales to tell the 'missus' when returning for a cup of tea in their van!
I took Laura and Speed with me, and took the same route as Thursday, except I ran on the grass track leading up to the Oak avenue. I felt a frisson of excitement in my tummy, when I started the first five minute run. In my last post, I described the magic of the Oak trees and I couldn't wait to get there. Haven't done Speed for a while, but it suits me and Saturday morning was no different. A good steady pace and keeping in step nicely. I reached the Oak trees quickly and because I intended going right up and round Chirk Castle, I did not linger, and kept going, into the intervals.
I love these intervals, and the 165 bpm suits me very well; after a few repeats, the slower 150 seems very slow. So, not looking around too much I kept going, past the gatekeeper's cottage and up towards the castle. It is a lot steeper than I thought, but because of the change in pace, it seemed not to be a problem. The base of the walls of the Castle grounds loom heavily above the roadway and the trees provide additional support. Formidable, yet not, combined with the lovely mellow stone from which the walls are made.
At the Castle entrance, I turned for home. The run was going well.. easy breathing ( I only cough when I get back ), light steps and a feeling of utter freedom. There is something very special about being in a place like that and feeling like you are the only person there! The Speed podcast is a good one I feel, and not too challenging, although I think now, I am ready for something new.
I had tried to time my run to finish in the Oak avenue, but I was there quicker than I thought, so did the last two intervals by way of repeats, up and down the avenue, and then abandoned myself to wandering around the great trunks of the oaks and picture taking. Because I had completed the podcast, I then, spent some time just jogging slowly up and down through the line of the trees. The air was cold, but refreshing..my father always used to say, " ...the air's like wine.." and it was; pure clear draughts, filling my lungs and chasing those germs away... I noticed lots of small holes and openings in the base of the tree trunks..hidey holes for fairy folk.. I took some photographs and then had to, again, reluctantly, head back to the site. I jogged slowly, all the way back,( it was downhill), finishing with a quick walk, only when I reached the site.
A good run, clean, quick and satisfying.
It would be a truly marvellous thing if we could bottle times like this, store them away, and open them up on a grey day, releasing the sublime feelings of a precious, happy moment in time.