It was SO cold out this morning that it seemed appropriate to roll out my new woolen Thorlo’s for their inaugural voyage! And before I get distracted with other matters, let me tell you they were FAB…. really toasty! Although the real test, I guess, is when they get wet and there were no puddles at all this morning… just lumps of ice!
Nick and his additional X pounds of weight had returned from Oman and after yesterdays false start, he duly arrived this morning at 7.30 and we ran off into a wonderfully crisp, clear morning. I think that he must have called in a favour with the National Coal Board, as his power-hungry watch-thingummy was fully charged and rearing to go.
We ran out to the Royal Oak, then along the magical path where I always seem to have more energy, then down and across to Wellhouse Lane, past the water tower and back along the railway. As always with the Bok, it felt hellishly quick and very much like he was dragging me along most of the way. When we were almost back he muttered something about having got me to carry his extra weight around for him, hence the reason that he was able to bounce along like his jacket was filled with helium, whilst my legs felt like lead… I almost think that he wasn’t joking!
Our circuit this morning was 6.5 miles according to the digital navigator, but having given us that great news it then changed its mind (or Nick’s eyes started functioning again as they warmed up), deciding it was only 6.3! No matter, at 55 minutes (by my reckoning) the overall speed was 6.87mph.
Nick kindly took a couple of photos on my mobile to show how beautiful the morning was… I’ll upload them with the ones I took the other day when I figure out how to send emails on it!
woohoo – great run today and lets get this straight – you were dragging ME for at least the first 2 miles – I could barely draw a breath during that time!
Beautiful morning and scenery tho – more than enough to take ones mind off the hillclimb pain…
oh, and by the way, its 8pm and I’ve been nak’d since about 4… ready for sleep now. ZZzzz
Does he mean knackered or naked? Readers, you decide!
Personally, I got stuck at the …… naked!!
I remember looking out for the Swedish all-female naked climbing club, whilst sitting up a mountain one time, but unfortunately they always seemed to go past our tents when we were tucked up for the night!
Cliff – I call that bad planning.
Surely it’s obvious what I meant, so I shan’t elaborate… 😉