This morning it was dry, Killerton House was looking nice in the sunshine.
Although the weather conditions were good, the underfoot conditions were not so. Mud, mud and mud. For those of you that think mud is mud, well have I got some news for you. Killerton has many different types
- Thick gooey mud, this sticks to your trainers, saps all strength and energy from your legs as your struggle to stay upright, almost rendering you useless for the rest of the 5K, or maybe that is just me!
- Then we move on to the forest mud, equally sticky, equally gooey but without grass to get some grip on.
- Next is the hard mud, this is compacted and if you are lucky enough you can get some speed up, got to love it the hard stuff.
- Lastly is the messiest mud, this is orange, sloppy with large pond like puddles. This by far is the coldest and the most unavoidableist (new word) nothing to do but to run and splash your way through it and hope that you have worn your black socks.
After scanning and resetting the Garmin I headed off for an extra four miles. I discovered a nice bridleway. Gotta love a bridleway, wide, traffic free and whats more this one had no mud! Saw one other runner who ignored my beaming smile and I cursed her long lycra clad legs for doing so. Granted after 7 miles, a blister on its way and wet socks it might have looked more like I was gurning but still a nod would have sufficed if she could not manage a smile, I got the impression that she was not so pleased that I had discovered her bridleway!
As I walked in the door at home I was greeted by two things 1) my parkrun time-wow 2)Madam informing me “I don’t understand my history homework Mum, in class we’ve be learning about some bloke called Magna Carta”! Clearly this is not her strongest subject.