Sharing

I was disappointed this week that I not only didn’t manage to run, but that I also didn’t manage to run with Daren on Thursday morning… because I had a scheduled a meeting earlier than I had remembered.  I’m hoping that he’s going to share the route with me though so that I too can run it… it sounded gorgeous from his description.

In the spirit of sharing and in the absence of running to write about, I thought that you might like to see the photo below.  The quality is not to Karen’s standard by any stretch of the imagination (her site is still under construction but will be worth revisiting in a few weeks), but there was no tripod or medium format camera here… just my point-and-shoot, taken through the dining room window, steadied against the window frame.  Please click on the image to see it more clearly.

While I’ve got my wallet out, so to speak, I’d like to recommend the film that we chanced upon last night.

Moonlight Mile is a really thoughtful portrayal of loss and Jake Gyllenhaal, whilst finding his own way, takes the hands of both the viewer and his fellow characters, played by Dustin Hoffman, Susan Sarandon and Ellen Pompeo, and leads them on a journey to acceptance.  This beautiful film from 2002 will probably bring a tear to your eye whilst the underscoring soundtrack will have your foot tapping merrily away, and I think you’ll be left feeling the richer for having watched it.

Good Luck Marathoners

Well now!  This time tomorrow, we will all hopefully be in the closing stages of the inaugural Brighton Marathon and if the weather is a facsimile of today, it’s going to be a fantastic run!

I thought I would unveil my running gear (my thanks to Matt Ingram at Sussex Sign Centre) in advance in case anyone wants to encourage FosterRuns with a cheer!

And if you’re running along looking at this ahead of you, you really do need to increase your pace a little!

I will hopefully be running with Mark Johnson, but also worth looking out for are Cliff and Pete who should be obvious as they are each running in a kayak (size really is NOT important, boys!) and Andy Pumphrey in a Scooby Doo costume.  These guys are running for a really great cause, so please be really generous by donating a few pounds at http://www.justgiving.com/martletkayakclub

Daren made an excellent suggestion, which is that the rankings of the Sussex Men’s Fitness League should reflect the finishing order of the marathon.  Of course this is an inherently risky play, as it means that Claire (Mrs Daren to you!) will end up with either a higher or a lower place… and I’m not certain which is of more concern to Daren!  Go Girl Guides! Go!

Overall I reckon I’ll know more people who are running than are cheering from the sidewalk, but whichever side of the barriers you are, have a FANTASTIC day!

Pretty pics

The glory of the snow is starting to fade as the thaw gets underway, but I took the enclosed photos when it was still fresh last week.  Enjoy!

And my favourite, for its sheer broodiness…

Two weeks off

I appear to have taken two weeks off running since running with Phil.  This started when I inadvertently managed to poison myself, probably with some blue cream-cheese, resulting in me being horizontal for 36 hours and effectively out of action for a good week.  Hence me not making it to a couple of the more boozy Christmas events which I was looking forward to.

And then there was the snow.  This is a poor excuse, as Cliff managed to run for a couple of hours in it yesterday, but someone had to take photos from the warmth of inside.  Here are a few of the resultant images:

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And then last night there was a fab gathering at Clive & Nat’s where my photographic skills left much more to be desired, but great fun was had by all.  We’ve not had a 2am night for an age, but if there’s anything guaranteed to put your head straight, it’s an evening like that!  Thanks guys!

The great French getaway!

I know that my parents and my uncle Roy will all want to know the route of our travels around France, so I enclose a quick guided tour… on the basis that I can never remember the names of places when people ask me, as has already happened this morning!

The general idea was for Kim and I to take a relaxed road trip to Limoges for Philip & Isabelle’s wedding and back again, not driving more than four hours on any of the travelling days and generally getting to experience a little more of this beautiful country.

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You have almost certainly seen paintings of Giverny, as it is the home of Monet’s water garden with its glorious water lilies and low arching bridges.  The village is narrow and quaint and beautiful in the evening sun.  We arrived too late to visit the house and gardens so had to endure the crowds and the drizzle the following day, but it was still beautiful.

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Arriving in Loches the following evening, we were slightly taken aback that the hotel looked like a house, it’s front door opening directly onto the pavement of a busy thoroughfare.  We were however welcomed through the door into a hidden paradise that backed gracefully onto a canal with a park beyond… shown below from further up on the ramparts.  The well-travelled owners hosted afternoon tea on the terrace and gave the assorted guests the opportunity to chat amongst themselves and to a couple of interesting local friends who had stopped by.  It was a wonderful lesson in true hospitality and resulted in us dining with Katrine and Phillip, a French couple from Blois… who incidentally belong to a running club that regularly visits Lewes!

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The town itself is beautiful, with its narrow streets and tall roof-lines surrounding a near impenetrable fortress of a chateau.

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We wondered how the next hotel, a converted barn in Nantiat near Limoges, would compare to the opulence of Le Logis, but we were not disappointed.  It is a glorious contemporary conversion of the kind that you may well like to live in yourself… well I would anyway!  The quiet contemplative space is surrounded by countryside, but only a twenty minute stroll to the bustling village where the hosts cycle or walk each morning to buy croissants and bread for breakfast.  Ironically this getaway is run by a couple who used to live in Burgess Hill and belong to Kim’s running club!

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We had been invited to a small informal barbecue at Isabelle’s parents house the evening before the wedding and we duly turned up to find a table set for about sixty… pictured looking each way from the middle below!  The caterers were excellent and the festivities went on from a glorious day and well into a cool clear evening.

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The wedding was on the following day and despite a groom who looked poorly briefed about the nature and order of a French wedding (he certainly signed up to something), it was a wonderfully lighthearted and participative affair.  The sixty then decamped to a local chateau for extended festivities which continued from the afternoon well into the following morning… we finally got to bed around 3am.

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We spent the following day reading and relaxing in our relaxing haven and later ate in a picture postcard restaurant in nearby Bellac.  This shall remain nameless as, run by another English couple, it was a lesson in how not to if ever there was one!  Cheap ingredients, poorly prepared and presented and thus extortionately priced.  Sorry to be frank and all!

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It was always going to be hard to match the calm of Nantiat, but the studio on the hill overlooking Saumur was still quiet, despite the team of gardeners working furiously for two days to make the previously overgrown garden presentable for our departure.  Saumur itself is a lovely town and is overlooked by another of France’s great defensive chateaux, which appears to be undergoing a complete restoration.  Certainly the town below the ramparts has large sections of contemporary buildings in the vernacular, with a cosmopolitan cafe culture spilling out into shaded squares.

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After all the other delightful accommodation we had visited during our 1026 mile road trip, we arrived late last night at the best of all: with it’s bright shower room and crisp sheets… there’s nothing like a trip away to remind you how wonderful home is!

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Floor idea

I’m quite aware that there’s a big chunk of time missing from the blog at the moment… in fact, there’s been a total absence of running going on and precious little other exercise too, on account of our having been AWAY!

After a couple of weeks with temperatures in the 70’s and 80’s in sunny Florida, I’ve been super-cold this week and glugging a mouthful of swimming pool water the other evening hasn’t helped how I feel.  That being the only exercise to write home about at the moment, I swam 32 lengths in a super-short session of about half an hour.  8 lengths were crawled… not counting me crawling out of the pool afterwards.

I think that it’s now safe to start running again, what with the weather likely to improve and the fact that, over lunch the other day, Cliff seems to have tacitly accepted that I won’t make it to Prague!

Now I know

A few weeks ago I pondered why everyone else seemed able to swim faster than me, before realising I could actually keep up with them if I crawled, like them.  Tonight there was a guy that I don’t think I could have kept up with even if I had been running.  

Towards the end of the session I asked what his secret was.  ‘Hmmm’, came the reply, ‘I haven’t swum for years and I’m just getting into shape again, but at 13 I swam for England… ‘

Cliff & Pete apparently braved the winter weather last weekend to run 50 miles (no, that’s not a typo… fifty miles) along the River Thames.  With winter precipitation, surfaces ranging from snow to slush and sub-zero temperatures, one really has to ask the question… WHY?  I suspect that there is no sanity in any of the possible answers that they might give, so I guess the answer must be Tree Fox Six.

Yes, I know it doesn’t make sense… it’s an analogy of foxiresex, which also means nothing whatsoever.

Cliff & Pete’s race details were garnered from a surprise visit by Cliff & Nessie on Sunday night… who are now able to confirm that we do actually live like slobs in a house full of laundry and unwashed dishes when there’s no-one around!  

Fortunately we were so horrified at being caught in this state of under-duress that we tidied up… just as well because when we got back from swimming tonight we found Debbie and John on the doorstep waiting to buy us dinner in exchange for Champagne & chocolates.  Fair do’s!

Before I forget, I think I managed 36 lengths tonight in just over 30 minutes… not great, but hey, I’ve not swum very much for ages and I could only swim 10 yards at 13.

Last weekend you trecked

You may have gathered from my post earlier this week that we disappeared off to Holland last weekend to see our friends Adam & Sandra, celebrate their son Thomas’s second birthday and deliberately surprise Thomas’s grandparents, Tim & Anna, who were also visiting.

 The outgoing leg was really straightforward, with great roads right up til about half a mile from their place.  The we spent a frustrating half hour following Tom-Tom as it tried in vain to get us to the new-build on roads that have either been abandoned in a large area of development, or have yet to be built!

Utrecht is a really pretty place, with a deep set canal winding through the town with its cobbled streets and wonky houses.  The weather was gloriously bright & sunny and perilously cold, but it was a great introduction to what is probably well off the tourist trail for most people from the UK.

Adam & Sandra were generous hosts, putting us in mind of our friends Scott & Carolyn in Seattle.  In fact both Adam & Scott LOVE their coffee, but while Scott has a really smart stainless steel cafetiere, Adam has an espresso machine that grinds beans at from the top to make totally amazing and pretty much instantanteous coffee.

Their house backs on to a canal that was frozen the whole weekend, to such an extent that Adam had been walking on it the previous week.  THAT’s cold!

Most of our return trip was straightforward and we pottered back to the tunnel via some very quiet seaside villages along the French coast – one can imagine that in the summer, the glorious sandy beaches will be heaving with holiday-makers.  As soon as we unloaded in the UK we realised that the weather had changed, hence the previous pictures and the additional two and a half hours it took us to get home.

But Utrecht is well work a visit!

Loosening shoulders

After a hard afternoons work lobbing snowballs at the energetic kids in the close yesterday, I had to go swimming tonight to stretch my shoulders backout.  35 minutes including about 8 or 9 crawlies, I think… I REALLY don’t seem to be able to count straight in the pool!