The OB 'Are you training tomorrow?'
The OB 'Have you had your training email yet?'
Me ' No, but I reckon there'll be a seven miler on it so I'll do seven miles tomorrow. Probably Petrockstowe to Meeth, which must be about seven miles'
How romantic is that ....... We have such exciting pillow talk?!
Now bearing in mind that the wet and windy weather was with us
....... storm Abigail and hurricane Kate, both of which have been with us all week meant that running could prove to be dodgy!
I also need to add that I woke up with a bit of a sore throat but as I don't suffer from colds just put it down to sleeping with the window shut due to the wind! (Outside I hasten to add)
Sooooooooo ......... after doing all my day job prep for the afternoon we (the woofers who make out they haven't been for a run in months) and the OB and I went to Petrockstowe .......
We went in opposite directions ....... Jess doesn't like my chosen route ..... and is quite diva ish so I do wonder by her reaction what danger I'm running into!
Almost at mile one, I jumped out of my skin as a cyclist behind me dinged his bell ....... I was so far in La La land and with the wind hadn't heard him approach so leapt in the air and shrieked, making him assure me it was ok ......... think he was more scared than me!!
Into mile two and my chest started to feel really tight, and my nose started to run .......
.......... no tissue and no sleeves either!!!
Then my legs felt like lead and I just got slower and slower ......
I ran 5.87 miles ...... thank goodness it wasn't 7 miles because it was an awful time ....
Me 'I'll see what it's like later, but I'm hoping to. I don't know which one I'll do though, depends how I feel and where we go'
That was the dilemma ...... which part of the TT was least likely to chuck bits of tree at me?
Off to Watersmeet then!
Oh dear God ..... why the road closures? After driving half way round the county and introducing the OB to a new road we arrived......
The warm up was fine, the TT at this point is down in the valley and so very sheltered The first four strides/recovery were text book but then into my fifth stride I had to plough through a load of shit/piss/mud where the cows cross the TT. Well actually I pussy footed through it.......
Oh come on I've managed to keep my lovely running shoes clean for the last eleven months, why would I want them covered in shit now?
So after prancing through this quagmire and feeling the shit seeping into my socks I redid the fifth stride/recovery. This took me to the Puffing Billy where I started the five minute bits and the gusty wind came for me, I turned back half way through the medium five minutes and found it hard battling the wind. I kept at it but doubting that I was really doing it properly. So into the 'very hard' five minutes where we needed to 'dig in' and would you believe I managed to swallow a fly which made me cough, retch, spit and swear ...... but not necessarily in that order, and then I had to negotiate the shit pit again.......... Miss Pussyfoot did her stuff and then ran very slowly for the ten minute warm down wondering how Thursday's run had been so brilliant!
*OB - Old bloke
*TT - Tarka Trail