After the torrential rain and high winds last night, I really wasn't expecting to have much of a run this morning, but by the time I wriggled into my running gear the sun was just starting to smile through. It was still blooming cold though! I Checked out the temperature and decided to warm up with my waterproof jacket on, as I thought it would be easier to remove it without disturbing my garmin or iPod. It was, although running with it flapping around my waist was annoying, I might leave it behind next time.
First, I warmed up, decided to do an extra 5 minutes because it was so cold but actually did 17 minutes total, as it would take me to a spot where I would not have the potential to get stuck at road or railway crossings. I set off to my new music. First song too slow, fast forward, second song too slow, fast forward. Oooops, I think my pace is quite a bit more than 150bpm after all - made a note to self to check which songs were suitable and then match a new playlist to that bpm.
1st mistake of the day was to run alongside the dual carriageway into Weybridge (should have remembered from Florida run that I don't like car fumes!). Still, in no time at all I'd thrown a left and was running along the back road towards the weir/River Thames. Once I passed the posh private infant school, dodging parents, I thought there would be no more pedestrians to interrupt my pace, but I was wrong. Two ladies who looked like they'd been running (or maybe power walking) came towards me, yacking nineteen to the dozen and clearly didn't consider that they could perhaps go single file rather than me having to side step into the road (traffic behind me, not ideal!). Ignorant Weybridge wives
Then to the weir, onto the towpath. The river has a red warning at present, it's very high and running very fast. I knew that it was high as the person who has been staying on my boat called last night to say he couldn't get onto it, as it had drifted to the extent of the rope and the water was up over the bank, making it a dangerous 6 foot leap (not fun in the dark, especially if you are alone). I usually don't see my boat until I'm almost level with it, but as I rounded the first corner it was clearly in view. Very pretty I ran on past, heading towards Walton. I don't know about you, but I always smile and say hello to other path users, and I drop my hand down to say hello to dogs if they come over. As usual, most of the 'real' runners ignored me, one or two smiled (thanks cute guy, whoever you are!) and the dog walkers thanked me for stroking their dogs on the way past. I'm sure most of the people I saw thought I was bonkers (ok, I admit it, I am, but life is too short to be boring or miserable!)
I didn't manage to avoid all the puddles, so my feet were getting pretty wet. I was almost at Walton bridge and there was a series of wide and long puddles, I decided that a little splash wouldn't hurt right near the end of my run. BIG mistake left foot disappeared to above the ankle, I'm sure someone had come along and dug a little hole in that one! So, the rest of the run was "soft plop, squelch, soft plop, squelch, soft plop, squelch" I really did put my foot in it today.
Great run, long walk back to the sailing club and then I got a lift home from there, as I needed to make a call and get ready for yoga. Oh, yoga. That's another story. I think I realised today that, while its ok to do the restorative 60 minute session of yin yoga after a run, it is definitely not ok to do a 90 minute hatha yoga session after a run, particularly if you've wolfed down a bowl of tepid porridge about 20 minutes beforehand. I do know that I'm not supposed to do that, I usually have a light snack 90 minutes before, but I was still running 90 minutes before! Today, those forward bends were a killer, I nearly puked
But all in all a good day. I got some chores done too and had a nice snooze on the sofa this afternoon, how decadent!
I hope everyone else has had a lovely day. Wishing you all a great weekend!