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This week I watched my body change colour from blues to purples to greens and then yellows as the bruising I incurred during last weeks tumble came out. (I still curse the lack of 36DD air bags for not preventing these injuries)
Wednesday I managed a mid week evening long run, the body felt okay for most of it, until I got home, when the ribs started to hurt. Being sensible I rested Thursday and Friday.
Saturday was parkrun and back to Killerton for the first time in six months, the club had organised a mass attendance. I took it easy but at the end struggled catching my breath. Now I was worried. What was I going to do about The Hartland Hartbreaker? I am assuming the ribs are broken. Running gently is fine as long as I don’t get out of breath, sneezing, laughing, coughing
oh and don’t even mention having a poo are all tricky.
Well obviously I was going to give it a go! As long as I take it gently, don’t sneeze, cough, laugh or dive behind a bush I should be fine, I reasoned.
So off I set to North Devon this morning and the rain soon joined me on my journey. Fabulous. The run started from Hartland Abbey (click here) which apparently The Night Manager was filmed at, oh wouldn’t that be lovely to Tom Higgleston lurking around. I am sure it is lovely in better weather!
We stood and listened to the pre run briefing. As there is a 9 mile run and an 18 miler we were advised that we could stop after 9 miles if we wanted and could take the walk of shame to the finish should we desire.
The run started off up through the woods with some stunning bluebells and copious amounts of mud. Obviously I managed to slip over, but was thrilled that I positively sprung to my feet, despite my sore ribs and don’t forget those advancing years, very tricky at my age to spring at all. As we came out of the woods and headed to the coast the heavens opened. Not pleasant. When we got to the coastal path steps they had formed a modern waterfall, just for us, how delightful. North Devon is very rugged and this made the paths very hard to manoeuvre over especially for those of us not given to mountain goat tendencies. Parts of it were like mountaineering I swear. Eventually we came away from the coast and headed back to the finish or the half way mark. By this time I was drenched and cold, and not running easy or happy. To be fair the decision was made after three miles and I was pleased to take the walk of shame and head back to the finish.
At times I can be sensible.
Gutted to not be able do what I set out to do, but those extra 9 miles will be there next year and hopefully the weather will be better. Pleased to get a new t-shirt and a medal.