Monday is long run day! 13k was scheduled and I dug out out a Coach Bennett 13.1k guided run to keep me company. Everything was going pretty well; down the avenue, onto an up hill stretch towards the village, turn off right at the farm, around the bend, up and over the hill (a mental wheeeeeee…as I descend) and onto the old railway line. Then the first scintilla of trouble. I caught my first glimpse of the cafe; it was closed! I hadn’t planned to stop at that point anyway; 🤞it might have opened by the time I came by at the end of my run. I sometimes do optimism; but not often.
My breathing was great, my legs felt ok, the sun was shining, so I needed peaked cap and sun glasses. If it wasn’t for the fact that it was freezing cold I could have imagined that spring had sprung.
Enter the Coach Bennett guidance! “Imagine that something has gone terribly wrong at this point and imagine yourself coping with it and still completing your run.” For a whole 15 minutes I struggled to come up with a scenario, but then fate intervened, in the form of two horses, only one of which had a rider. One horse was pointed north, the other south. The rider was holding a leader on the younger bigger riderless animal, but it was going nowhere! There were two young men on the scene, their bikes cast to one side, but they were steadfastly refusing to get anywhere near either horse. So the rider’s eye fell on the newly arrived clearly expendable little old me! She explained that she needed someone to lead her horse forward, with her sitting on it, so that she could turn the younger one and then get them moving in the same direction; the latter had been spooked by two large Alsatian’s which had come hurtling across the fields. (I have seen them on my runs; they are scary). Apparently the rider needed to get the horses to retrace their steps or they might have always refused to go past the point where they encountered the dogs.
So there I was, enjoying my 13.1k, going great guns, and then somebody wants me to lead her horse in the opposite direction to my run. I have never led a horse anywhere! Of course I grabbed the rein, said a few soothing things, whether to calm the horses, the rider or me I am not sure, and with quite a few stops and starts we reached the critical point on the path and I was free to resume my run. It probably only took about 5 minutes, but the impact on my heart rate was spectacular. I ran on, rather heavy legged, and completed 13.1 k. My pace measurement and heart rate readings are all junk (I didn’t think to pause my watch), and the cafe was still closed when I finally staggered past. But, you know what, I helped to resolve a crisis and finished the run…..so I did what CB ordered. That must be success of a kind!🤪
Time to walk Molly! Much safer…… The photo shows Roseberry Topping in the sun.