Today I have lots to say (not a rare occasion) so have decided to write three short (ish) blogs in one.
A few weeks ago it was announced that Killerton was going to alter the Parkrun route slightly, the change would mean a flatter start and detour away from the hill at the end of the third mile. This news made me very happy. The reality of the new course however is not quite as I hoped. The start is great, no longer off up a slope makes for a quick get away, but the ending, this is tough. Sure no hill, but we used to get in to the last field and head to the finish. Now you run round the edge of the field away from the funnel, before running over tufty speed sapping grass to the end, and I don’t care what they say, the new route is longer. Seems my pb will be a long while coming!
With Cardiff and Great West Run done, what is next. Usually I train for an event and then leave it ages before entering another and then start training again. This time I plan on doing things differently. My next event is in March, 20 miles of tough cross country. Too far away to start training for that, but what I want to do is keep up the mileage, run more off road, do hill work, partake in other exercise other than just running and enter one event per month preferably off road. This week I have made a good start with this. Tomorrows long run will be off road as much as I can, this week I have cycled twice, swam, walked, metafitted (high impact exercise class), done a hill session and entered a 10 mile cross country run, now all I have to do is keep that up for five months!
As many of you know, I am lucky enough to work from home, but occasionally I am released in to the community to work. This past Wednesday was one such day. I was asked to help out at a course in Dartmouth which is about an hour away. After some research I realised I could stop in at the forest for a run on the way back, I was really looking forward to it. My work attire was planned around being able to wear my sports bra without it being noticeable, to ensure no flashing to other forest visitors whilst changing in to running kit! Wednesday morning dawned, wet, dark and miserable. Eight minutes from my destination, disaster struck, on a narrow country lane in the middle of nowhere I hit a rock on the side of the road, within seconds I had a flat tyre.
Thank goodness I had a phone signal, not always the case in rural Devon. Hubby was summoned. Unfortunately he was an hour away, this left me sat in the car, watching the buses, lorries and cars squeeze round me, with my heart firmly lodged in my mouth waiting to be hit. Then hubby called. Why don’t I call the AA? This had not even occurred to me, I have never had breakdown coverage before but have it provided due to having a new car. A quick call to the AA and despite not being able to answer questions like
- Where are you?
- Is it safe where you are to change the tyre?
- What size tyres do you have?
my knight in shining armour was with me in 10 minutes closely followed by hubby. Having a new car also means no spare tyre provided so it was off to the nearest tyre place for me Mr Visa and Mr AA, two hours late I arrived at the course. This is when the fun really started. There was two technicians in the room, fixing the Internet. The Internet is crucial for our courses, on top of this everyone had apple lap tops, an added complication we could have done without. Even when the Internet was working eventually, it had as much speed as a tortoise going up hill in treacle, enabling only three of the lap tops to run at one time. It was a very long day. The day was brightened however by the trainer confiding in at lunch that even when he thought his day could not get worse, it did, his flies had broken!
Suffice to say my forest run didn’t happen, instead I headed home for a Malibu and Coke!