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RE: What next eh?
Well I’m still running. And since I started my new regime on Christmas Eve, I have plodded 61 miles, maintaining an average of 2.8 miles a day. I am also doing a series of core strengthening exercises a few times a week, mainly targeted at skiing, but having a positive impact on my running.
This Sunday was one of those more interesting running experiences. It started with a special early version of the Twittens, starting at 8am rather than the usual 9am. This was to give myself and OATR time for a quick bacon buttie, before heading up the hill to help marshal the Herd’s brand-new Blackcap 5 cross country race.
With the need for some more miles, I decided to run out to my marshal point – which as it happens was the furthest point of the race. To ensure I kept warm, and to take some photos I had a backpack full of cosy clothes and a camera with a big fat lens in it. Running fully loaded is a tough trial for a lightweight trail runner such as myself.
Having reached my spot 3 miles later, I had to pick-up a large banner flag thing and set it up ready to indicate to the herd that they could turnaround and start their journey back to the finish line.
It was a great spot to watch the runners, of all shapes and sizes, of all different demeanours, come over the hill and run around the flag. The highlight being the Godfather himself cruising over the brow of the hill, blaming his relatively slow progress on both the 9 o’clock Twittens, and Cockburn (don’t ask).
With the last runner past, I packed up the flag, chatted to the sweeper bike, picked a couple of arrows, and then set off home; now with a backpack, a big long bag full of heavy flag poles, and an arrow on a stake. This tested my running mettle, and I can’t pretend it was particularly quick, other than I caught up and overtook the last few runners, crossing the finish line in two and half hours!
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