Yesterday I did The Beast, this is the winter cousin of the Beauty I did last June. (you can read about that here) The idea is the same :- self navigation, hills, pub stops, social run, no timing involved, mud and the cream tea was replaced with a pasty. This is how it went.
It was cold, in fact so cold at the start that my butt froze solid, when it was time to move, it did not jiggle just moved as one! The self navigation was not necessary this time as one of our team had run the route a few weeks ago, this made our progress quicker.
7 Miles in pasty stop.
Oh my it was good, hot scorching hot but good. I opted for the veg option, good choice. Quick comfort break and off we went again. The worse part is hitting the cold again. I would have never thought I could run on a pasty, although it laid heavy for a bit, it soon wore off!
10 miles-pub stop. This is were those
slackers sensible runners who were doing the shorter route got a mini bus back to the start! A diet coke, a comfort break and it was off again.
The white building you can see to the right of the first picture, that’s the pub we have come up from that!
It was hilly
we were so lucky with the weather though.
Mile 13 – Pub stop probably at the oddest pub I have ever been in to! It is situated in a farmhouse, three people in the bar and it was full! Grandma sat in the living room at the back telling the boy how much things were! Three lemonades £1.50 I may well go back. We retreated to the ‘snug’ which was twice the size of the bar but by no means large, with a dart board that had seen better days probably 60 years ago! Oh but there was a fire. Quick slurp and sign in and off we went.
Towards the end every part of my body was cursing me, after 10 years of running on roads my legs just can not do mud, oh and believe me there was mud, actually in places I think maybe it was worse than mud, but lets not think on that. Apparently the technique for not getting stuck in the stuff is point your toes up, yeah right.
The trainers are still outside and tomorrow have an appointment with the pressure washer to restore them to their orange glory!
Only 16 miles but boy last night I felt like I had done a marathon.
This morning a headed out for a two mile run, 10 metres in and I thought I was going to have to offer a sick note, but persevered and the pain in my butt eased!