Posting this from FRANCE.. no internet until now..but I am here! So...post in the past!!!
Loads of issues the day we sailed, with my small LMTB ( little mother to be)...looked like we might have to cancel the trip. But all well, thankfully!
My next run is tomorrow!!!!
Last run in England on Tuesday. My next run.. will be on Saturday, in France... so three days rest!
So a quick post.( quick..me..you have to be joking), of my Tuesday run.
Seasons, soggy feet and... you can teach an old dog new tricks
First run post in a while. have been running, just not posting
Out early, but not as early the last few runs. I was still out before most of the village, were up and around. it is quite strange how when the schools finish for summer, the whole place goes quiet.
The rain, which had come down steadily all night had abated, as I drank my morning cup of tea..but as ever, when I set foot through the door, the misty morning was giving way to a light, warm drizzle. I was dressed, I was ready, I was out there. I met a neighbour of mine, who runs.. he was on his way in...I was messing with my phone and did not see him until he called a cheery, if somewhat damp, Good Morning as he veered past me.
Up to the road and a warm up walk towards Seagull roundabout..they may have been perched there, but the lights were shrouded in a low lying fuzz. I could not get my podcast to work, so in true @poppypug style..a bit of faffage and I was off.
A new adventure. I am running three times a week; generally a short run, about 3K and some bits and bobs, like Strides, or sprints, added on at the end, a slightly longer run, about 5 to 7K, trying anything I fancy, within the run and one even longer, up to 9K. I decided I would like to shake it up a bit and started with the Bridge to 10K podcasts... not sure who does them..but I thought I would give it a go... Week 1, run 1. 53 minutes.. walks and runs.. and someone, called Tanya?
It was different I enjoyed it
Down the hill to the village at a very gentle pace... no pressure at all. You do, the voice had said, take this at your own pace...not too fast!
The main road devoid of traffic, the hairdressers not, as yet, open for business, but the lights, now a rather lurid red, illuminating the new owner's sign, gleamed bravely in the gloomy morning. I crossed the railway line by the station; the thought of the old Black and White film, The Signalman, Denholm Elliot starred in it, popped into my head. ( I do have weird thoughts) ,as I looked right and left as I ran across. Do I really expect to see a ghostly train coming? Turning and running at this point up the hill, past Rookery Wood...dank and dark, I was having to listen very carefully to what was in my ears.. whether walk or run and how long etc.. it was a bit tricky, and really gave me no time to look at things properly. But, up the hill, up the Bridle Path.. A glance through the gate... too wet, too muddy, great deep ruts, full of mud-sludge. No, not this morning. Down the hill and into the next village. The fields to either side, still wrapped in a grey cloak , trees vaguely outlined in blurred profile and my shoulders feeling a tad chilly. What a change from the sun-kissed field of grain that I took photographs of last week. Almost, just almost , dare I say, an Autumn morning.
Into the village square and around the stocks, turning left along the lane and down a hill, on a route I had not been on..I forgot, same hill, has a steep incline from the bottom. Fortunately at this point, it was on a walk interval A forgotten, farmhouse, decayed and neglected when I used to drive past it on my way to work, has been transformed. Gone the broken windows, tattered lace curtains fluttering and snagging on the splintered glass, the crumbling stone-work and the gaping roof; now new roof, new walls, new windows, new everything. How things change. Just before the top of the hill and my turn, back onto a run. I wish in some ways, I had listened to the podcast first, to give me an idea of the format, but it was exciting.. run, walk... who knows what was coming next!
Back around into the square and along to my big field... the mist still clinging to the hedges and the dampness lying heavily on the ears of grain.. My feet were very, very quickly wet and my leggings. I was glad I had slipped my light running jacket on...The voice in my ears telling me I am nearing the end of the run... I was not sure on time, but still had plenty of energy left, the whole thing feeling really easy, and just so different than sustained running..( obvious I know.. but I am a simple soul :)) Coming to the track leading to my lane, the podcast finished. So I stopped and turned around to take a photograph!
I think the whole run/walk podcast was about 50 odd minutes... very, very different and enjoyable... maybe Run 2 when I am settled in France!! If it gets me to 10K, that might be good !
Silly really...I will only be in France for about four weeks, but I will really miss my fields.
When I return it will be a month short of my first year, Runniversary...imagine the post that day...( cannot wait I hear you cry :))
I walked home quietly... and slowly, reflecting a little, that although I wished it had been a sun-sparkling day, maybe it was better.. a hint of the coming Autumn , waiting in the wings, for when we get back home.
Wi-fi could be hit and miss in France, but I would love to post some of my, what will be, very early morning French runs and photos... I am hoping to link up on Garmin with @Curly girly..., who said that the sunflowers are out... cannot wait!
Because I will be travelling tomorrow and Saturday, ... everyone who is due to Graduate imminently, including the f incredible...Three Musketeers, now known as The Famous Five?
I will be waving the pom-poms and drinking your health!!!!
Everyone else Fleet Feet and Happy Runs...
Posting the past complete..I saw sunflowers Curlygurly2 loads of them...:)... :). Wi-fi hit and miss... so, if I do not post for a while..please don't forget who I am.. huge hugs to everyone... keep on running..
secan posted too... hoooray