Sorry, but that just made me laugh. I have just come back from my glorious morning run. I will attempt to add montage of my shoes later. Having picked up the gauntlet that was thrown down in the late hours of the night by a certain stunning one, who shall remain nameless, but who knows who they are, I have just completed the first podcast of B210K. Yes, definitely mad, I know, but if I could bottle the feeling of joy I have that is running through my body right now, I would, and I would run to the post office and send you all a bottle.
In true Flossie style, I didn't know what I had to do until I looked at the podcast just before leaving the car. I find that quite fun, not knowing what is coming up next! So, I decided to do the first podcast which incidentally is 4 x 10 minute runs with 1 minute fast walk in between. It said it would take 55 minutes. My blonde self thought "oh, that's longer than I was expecting to take, but I'll just have to run faster then" until I realised that that wasn't going to make any difference to the time, that was speed! Numpty!
Anyway, I took the advice from joepublic and was planning to start my watch once I began running, rather than start it at the beginning of my warm up walk. I walked for 5 minutes, got to the same place as last Friday, and this Assertive American Male (AAM) suddenly demands "Run!" Oh gosh, I am all of a dither, in a tizzy, what to do? I want to set my watch to find the GPS, but he sounded so authoritative that I felt the need to do as he said and run immediately. So I did, whilst trying to look at my watch at the same time, pressing all the wrong buttons and getting into a bit of a state. Finally my watch was ready, so I pressed start. All was well, that’s when I realised that I should have pressed the pause button on my phone.
I begin to run, it’s a wonderful morning, within moments I am far too hot, as, despite the wet weather or because of it, it seems to be rather mild today and I am wearing my beanie hat and gloves. Within two or three minutes, my hat and gloves are off, and I am feeling more comfortable, although I realise that my hat helps to keep my little earbuds in as I swing my arms and sometimes they catch on the wire, pulling them out of my ears. I am then fiddling with my right earbud, trying to find my earhole amongst my load of hair, then just as I sort that one out, my left earbud falls out. Oh what fun, equipment failure. I have to laugh as the sight of me running along the tow path fiddling with my earbuds is quite hilarious. I meet dog walkers, a rowing coach on a bike (I know that because he has a massive megaphone around his neck), an elderly gentleman walking his dog (not the same chap as Sunday, because I am in the neighbouring town) and some lady walkers.
Now, I should have given this name thing some more thought. I have to admit that I didn’t expect to like what I am now going to confess to you. You see, as a consequence of the rain, there were many vast puddles (call them lakes, if you will), to dodge around. Well, I began to do so, but as I ran towards the island, it became clear that this was not always going to be possible. As I set off around a puddle, it took me further to the river and my options were to either stand on the bench (not polite, especially with wet, muddy shoes) or jump in the river (a little chilly for this time of year) or go through the squelchy mud! So I went for the latter. Oh my goodness. A sudden shock as very cold water seeped into my trainers, but the feeling of the squelchy mud underfoot really was quite a joy! In fact, a broad grin crossed my face, from ear to ear, as I squelched my way through this boggy section of river bank.
I ran past the island and managed to get to the beautiful white college on the opposite side of the river. I was then commanded by the AAM to walk for one minute, so I decided as this was after my second ten minutes, I would turn around and head back. I met two fishermen, one with a dashing Christmas pudding hat on, the other wore a more sobre black woolly hat. I had an interesting impasse with a little black terrier who was obviously wanting to play that game of “chicken”. As I ran towards him on “my side” of the path, he ran straight towards me on “his side” of the path, which of course was "my side". “Surely he is going to move soon”, I thought. But no, he had no intention of moving, so I ended up squelching through more mud at the last minute Final 1km was a PR. Distance 6km. Time 42:26.
Oh yes, I think I should have called myself "Lady Hippo", on account of having such a great time in the mud! LOL!
Happy running everyone!