Observations of an occasional runner
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In view of time (apologies again Daren!) and starting from the bottom of the hill, we opted to run our intended route in the reverse direction.
Thus we ran across the main road into New Way Lane and left up into Wellcombe Bottom, before tackling the steep side of Wolstenbury Hill. I thought this was harder than the tank tracks, but Daren thought it was shorter, so easier. Either way, it was steep steep steep and there was a sense of euphoria at having reached the top without stopping.
From there we dropped down into Pycombe Village, up the South Downs Way through the golf course and then down past Jack & Jill… where I had a strange sense of deja vu!
4.5 miles in 54 minutes, 5mph.. certainly an improvement on my earlier speed!
… and I mean, quite literally, too early!
I dropped Kim near to the station and hurried off to get to Jack & Jill ahead of Daren, who I knew only had a short time to run this morning. When I got there the car park was closed and couple of workmen were busy looking at (resurfacing) it.
I quickly phoned Daren and left a message to say that I’d meet him at the bottom of the hill in Clayton. I parked in the recreation ground and started putting my caked muddy shoes on from Monday (the Bok would NOT be impressed!)… about half way through the second one a thought occurred to me… I’ve mixed up the hours!
After another quick message to Daren to say DUH, I weighed up the choice of staying in the car with the heater on, or getting out into the morning: and went with the latter… I mean, there’s a hill right there waiting to be conquered!
It was certainly chilly out, but it didn’t seem that bad… UNTIL I turned around at Jack & Jill car park and got the sharp northerly wind in my face… WOW! It WAS cold!
I ran back to the car park to check, then repeated the circuit to J&J, checked again and repeated a third time. This time there was a Daren man waiting for me to go for a run!
I guess I covered about 2.5 miles in 37 minutes… 4mph. But it was fun and the views were great!
Having missed my run yesterday I left my stuff ready in case the weather was clement this morning… which it was.
In ‘Cliffshort’ terms, the route took me to Westmeston via Blackbrook Wood, up onto the Downs, along to the Beacon and back via Ditchling and Oldlands MIll.
I hope you hovered over the pictures to read the story.
I returned home in 2 hours 22 minutes (somewhat appropriate on the 22nd Nov) having covered 12.35 miles.. 5.2mph.
I’m reminded of this YouTube video that was all the rage with the guys in Australia earlier in the year.. enjoy!
May the mud be with you Charlie P!
The weather yesterday was so good that I attacked a totally overdue task rather than go for a run.
I did have one small catastrophe which means that it’s not quite finished, but it was still pleasing to have almost completed it!
I ran the same road circuit as I did on the 30th October but, with only a short diversion to take a look at a football match, came up with an entirely different distance. And a different one again when I remeasured it a second time! Me & maps!
At least I remembered my drink this time!
It was raining straight down, but not heavily, so it was merely a little dank & dreary. Whether for this reason or another, I didn’t really get into the flow at any point today… it was just constant hard work.
Only my conscious mind pushed me forwards to take another step, and another.
Still, I managed somewhere in the order of 11.1 miles (definitely more than I thought on the 30th) in 1.47 (a WHOLE lot slower, whichever way you look at it!), circa 6.25mph.
Blimey, this post is almost short enough for Cliff to read!
PS. I’ve been watching this being built… it really is MY kind of house!
I’m not sure what flavour of weather front blew across this morning, but it sure was wet outside.
Meanwhile, in the land of the warm & cosy running machine, I ran a de-lactic mile in 9:04.
I was quite relaxed about going out this morning (as in not under duress) but in my chilled state it took me almost until the afternoon to get out. I finally closed the door behind me with fifteen minutes to spare.
I half thought I would run last week’s circuit in reverse… but you know how it is with me. I ran out along Folders Lane, saying good morning to Eiddwyn, who was walking her dog… I could have easily run past without disturbing her, but I just love saying her name.
Rather than run across the common road, I ducked into the country park and thus had the treat of seeing the pond for a change.
From there I ran down Spatham Lane and turned right at the other end to run into Ditchling. Here I briefly caught up with another runner who looked as if he had been up on the Downs and, being slightly jealous, I turned left at Sporting Cars of Brighton and ran up to Underhill Lane, en route stopping to chat to a lovely lady who was working hard moving her woodpile to its winter quarters nearer the house.
It was once on Underhill Lane that, despite having my longs on, plus two layers on top, gloves and hat, I felt chilly enough to put my jacket over the top. It was not icy cold or anything, but this additional layer made me feel much more comfortable in the chilly wind.
I crossed over the Beacon Road and continued to the bottom of the Burnhill Bostal, where I found this not so good advert for Jewson… you could call it jewson lazy!
The majority of law-abiding subjects of this United Kingdom have to endure more and more onerous legislation designed to stop a tiny few people doing stuff like this… I expect they were really pleased with themselves for having saved a few quid at the tip.
I ran up the Bostal, noting that although I don’t seem to be getting any faster generally, it does appear to be getting easier to run up steep hills! At the top I didn’t even pause before running on down to Jack & Jill.
Okay, that’s not strictly true, otherwise these shots from various points down the hill wouldn’t be on my camera, but I paused to take them (mainly to show that the sun was shining in lots of places apart from where I was!) rather than for a breather.
I dropped directly down from Jack & Jill to Clayton, nestling below and then, reaching the road again, realised why the direction of my circuit was so fortuitous today… it was the old crocks rally.
No, not as Kim assumed I meant, the old Crocs rally (see previous post).
I ran pretty much from Clayton to Leylands Road in Burgess Hill with a grin affixed to my face (and my mind was working overtime too, which will be apparent when you read the next blog post on my other site), sharing vicariously the spirit of adventure of the drivers and the designers of these early automobiles. I paused only briefly, half way along, to bubble out my enthusiasm to a lovely couple standing watching the proceedings.
Turning onto Leylands Road and still more than a mile from home, I suddenly felt tired and with no external stimuli to sustain me, the last drag along to, and up Junction Road was harder work than it should have been.
However, the end was eventually reached and I felt pretty good once I had stopped & had a shower. Must be getting more resilient!
13.6 miles in 2.24, 5.67mph.
My overused Crocs have long required replacement, but since the original charcoal grey seems to be unavailable, Kim decided to give my feet a subtle makeover.
Our friends Jo & Simon very kindly gave me free reign with my hedge trimmer yesterday and I spent around 4 hours giving my upper body and core stability muscles a really great workout!
However, among the trees, bushes and hedges I tackled were two 15-foot holly trees and I now have some idea why the tree surgeons charge them £200 to trim them!
It took Simon and I about another hour to clear up all the trimmings by which time it was dark, so I have no idea how it looks in daylight. Since Kim went to see Karen for the day, I know that the weeds will look just as they did when we arrived, alas!
Jo then very kindly produced THE most delicious lamb roast, possibly ever, washed down with smooth red wine, apple pie and Simon’s chocolate mud pile. This latter may not be its correct name, but does correctly describe how it looked… though to be fair, it was also delicious!
So after a slightly broken night’s sleep (my wrists weren’t the only painful areas!) I decided I had better have a quick run this morning to clear at least some of the lactic acid.
One mile in 9:03. Have a GREAT week peops!