November

[Charliecat5]

The RC site has been suffering from technical difficulties, but this hasn't stopped me... oh no... I have still been running... if you can call it that.  

Last Wednesday I got up early to run the 3 mile Sweder circuit. It was OK, I had to stop half way up Sweder's hill for a rest but other than that my time wasn't too bad.  Then came Sunday.

I couldn't really decide where to go on Sunday... I lay in bed for a while, listening to the torrential rain pounding on the windows, debating which of the many potential routes I should conquer that fine morning.  After much thought I got up and had some porridge.  You have to stimulate the brain cells.  Then, after a further hour of procrastination I realised the rain wasn't going to stop so got changed into my running gear.

After 2 hours of procrastination and a large bowl of porridge I can report that the first half a mile was agony - resulting in a stop only 100 yards from home.  Bugger I thought.  But I can't go home yet.  So I kept going.  A slow jog took me over Juggs lane and to the gate that marks the bottom of the Kingston Ridge climb.  A quick drink of water and it was all systems go.  The good news is that I ran to the top without stopping... the not so good news is that it would have been difficult to mark my progress without stop motion photography.  

But, but, but, when I got to the top I felt great (that is of course a relative state - compared to lying in bed an our before, I didn't feel that great) and found my stride.  I headed West for a while before dropping back down the ridge, and then in a departure from the plan, contoured around the hillside to come back down into Kingston high street.  It was whilst contouring that the rain stepped up a gear... but to quote a wise old man... "you can only get wet once".  At the bottom I past some walkers who visibly winced as I ran past - Stig of the Dump does running... it wasn't a pretty sight.  More mud than substance.  

I then, because I was still feeling full of the joys, decided to run home past the rugby club.  Rain, rain, glorious rain.

5.5 miles later I was back, soaking wet and up to my armpits in mud.  Good times.