I frequently suffer from ‘runners envy’ when reading about some of the picturesque venues that ‘athoners run in, (I run round the houses most days) so as I was a free spirit this weekend decided to head further afield to complete my mileage. Headed 57 miles to the Essex coast.
Having been awake at 5 am listening to the rain and thinking poor cubs I managed to fall back to sleep till 7 when I leapt (maybe) out of bed, ate brekkie and was out the door 45 minutes later.
I started at Frinton (free parking) and ran along the promenade/sea wall/front whatever you care to call it. The weather was cool but perfect for running in except of course for the headwind on the way there.
Did think that the English weather is mad as last time I was at this beach it was Good Friday and very hot!
Arrived at Clacton Pier where I drank my drink, rested and contemplated going on the Helter Skelter, I love these, also contemplated donuts love these also and they smelt so good, but resisted both for the sake of my thighs!
It got warmer on the way back, saw lots of dog walkers and a few runners. One man had cycling type running shorts on, long black socks and a bum bag interesting look, he was certainly taking his run very seriously.
When back in Frinton I decided to run on the sand this involved leaping over the groins so will log part of the run as steeplechase. Would love to think I did this as gracefully as a gazelle but in reality the knee was hurting so this meant leaping with right leg turning out a bit like a high school girls legs do when she runs (well I never did but you know what I mean and must have witnessed this interesting running style that girlie girls think looks good-it doesn’t btw) how I never fell over is a miracle.
Arrived finally at Walton pier
On the way back had to negotiate these:-
B****r-I did walk up them!
Great to run somewhere else.
Miles driven 114 Miles ran 14