Lightly toasted feet

It was a sublimely glorious morning and I wandered outside into the sunlit garden with my quadspresso.  The chairs were wet with dew so I sat in the tea-house and let my mind relax, a sensible thing to do having completed an intense nine-week project in Cambridge.

As I sat and looked, so thoughts from my subconscious bubbled to the surface in the form of new ideas about the garden.  A second quadspresso helped!  Kim was looking out at me from her office and could tell that light-bulbs were flashing from the way I was standing and staring.

In my mind I designed a hidden shed to free up the tea-house to relaxation and a new partition to create a Japanese stone garden… both were seeds (or subtle challenges) that Kim had planted a few weeks ago.

Sated, I capitalised on the reversal from this deeply thoughtful mode by stripping off and jumping on the running machine.  I decided to run for 30 minutes and slowly ramped the speed up above 7mph.

The run was as perfect as the day outside and I swept along almost effortlessly, the only mild discomfort being the slowly rising temperature of my feet as they were toasted on the belt of the machine.  I’m not really sure whether this is the belt heating up or the friction of my feet on the grippy surface but either way it was a little like walking on hot coals… I imagine!

After 30 minutes I had covered 3.55 miles (7.1 mph average) and still felt great… apart from my lightly grilled feet!

I stretched outside, showered, had breakfast and then got into prototype mode to explain to Kim what I had in mind.

Looking outside, as I sit here typing, the prototype is complete, whilst Kim is researching deliveries of stone and the prospect of two new stages to the autumn garden project is very exciting!

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Token gesture

My students and clients will attest to the fact that I’m forever encouraging them to spend ten minutes a day pushing their understanding through reading, or doing something they love but otherwise can’t find time to do.

It’s how I’ve managed to improve my guitar playing over the last three and a half years, compared to the previously lacklustre 35 years.

Today, despite not feeling like a run, I pushed myself to do just ten minutes… it might be a token gesture, but better to find time to do something, rather than continue to do nothing.

The weekend had a slow start.  In fact is was a repeat of my nightmare journey back from Cambridge three weeks ago, except this time it was the M11 that was shut.

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When I finally got free of it, after about six hours, I found myself stationary again on the M25, in almost exactly the same place that I got stuck before.  Fortunately this time it was only for an hour or so!

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When I finally got home, even I was surprised that the journey had actually taken a nightmarish 9 hours, 45 minutes… longer even than three weeks ago!

Yesterday was spent cutting grass and soothing the furrowed brow of my poor car (or ‘heated onezy’, if you’re reading this Grant), whilst most of today was spent relaxing (aka sleeping) in the garden!

My token run was ten minutes, 1.1 miles and 6.6mph… at which rate it would have only taken 17 hours to get home Friday.  Worthy of consideration for the future!

Birthday suit

I received an invitation this week to run between the piers in Brighton later in the year.  This should theoretically be a pretty short sprint, but the invitation came from Cliff and Andy, so I now need to think about increasing my training mileage again.

The last few weekends I have been satisfied with a short run on the machine, but since it was my birthday today and in light of the aforementioned invitation, I thought I would get out into the fresh air.  Especially as Mark had also sent me a text as he was starting a 30 mile run this morning.

I did my favourite short circuit, taking in the edge of Wivelsfield, West Wood and the Magical Path.

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It was a lovely day for running and I made good time in the first half hour… right up until I bumped into Lew in his huge Dodge truck.  It was so good to catch up that I stood chatting for about 40 minutes, before running the rest of the way home.

5.2 miles in about 50 minutes plus a 40 minute conversation.

Back at base, I had just jumped out of the shower when my lovely Aunt phoned to wish me Happy Birthday.  I sat in the garden chatting to her for quite a while, enjoying the conversation.  I didn’t like to confess that I was only wearing my birthday suit!

Comedy of errors

We had such a fun evening yesterday that I felt compelled to run in order that I could write about it.

My run of 2.5 miles on the machine was completed in 20 minutes and 40 seconds, an average of 7.2 mph.  The only thing of note about it was that rather than my normal lollop, I tried to run with my body relaxed and my head as level as possible, which meant that my legs needed to work a little harder.

But last night…

Our friends (who might well wish to remain anonymous) and their two children were house-sitting in a rambling old pile in the country and the intention, having finished aperitifs, was to wander down to the cosy pool house and cook at the table on a French raclette hotplate.

The sitting room had lazy chairs and sofas perfect for aperitifs, but Kim, famous for her ability to dial up her younger self, sat on a thick rug on the floor and instantly connected with the other eight-year old children.

Three dogs and a cat ambled through this set from time to time, occasionally demanding attention or surreptitiously trying to relax into one of the chairs, as if they too were owed a G&T… only to be spotted, told off and sent out.

Having relaxed into the evening, we locked the house and set off like Sherpas through the drizzle or the pool house, where the table was set and the hotplate was ready to go.  Seats were taken, drinks poured and the hotplate brought up to temperature.

At which point the power inconveniently went off.

The pool house fuse board, when we eventually located it, was of the old variety and before we set about trying to figure out whether one had actually blown (or searching for a stash of fuse wire), we sensibly checked the board in the house.  This had circuit breakers and there was a cheer when the lights came on again, truncated abruptly when they went straight back off.

We tried several times, with and without an ageing extension-lead and in to different sockets, before we reluctantly acquiesced and turned to the barbecue sitting outside by the pool.

This was lit and almost up to temperature, in the damp, fading light, when it promptly ran out of gas.  Undaunted, a replacement bottle was located and, having eventually figured out that the thread is reversed, was ready to be connected.

Apart from a plastic security cap, which we were unable to remove.

Fortunately there was a second replacement bottle and the barbecue quickly sizzling with chicken goujons, steak strips and halloumi cheese.  About this time the sky faded to black amid the odd drop of rain and a runner was dispatched to turn on the garden & pool lights… at which point all the pool house lights went out again.

We then realised the halloumi, overlooked in the conversation and commotion, had become charred on one side.  Sacré bleu!

We reset the circuit breaker and resigned ourselves to lighting the barbecue proceedings with a torch, which worked pretty well until the torch suddenly faded from bright to dim and quickly expired to a collective groan.

My iPhone was not really up to the job, but it at least provided a glow by which we could locate the final strips and we beat a hasty retreat to the pool house.

For the duration of this episode, Kim was totally absorbed in a strange board game with one of the other eight year olds, the low murmur of dialogue between them occasionally punctuated with a defensive shout: a claim that one or other of them had cheated, generally followed by a vociferous denial!

The feast (served around ten from a six o’clock start) was magnificent, with baked potatoes covered in raclette cheese (heated on the stove in the pool house), the saltly charred halloumi, barbecued meats and a delicious salad… surrounded by the bubbling conversation of old friends.

The only slight tension amid the hilarity was when we realised that one of the dogs had uncharacteristically disappeared from the proceedings.  The children went off in search but came back empty-handed, although at least we knew that the front gates to the grounds were shut.

While fresh coffee was brewed and perfectly made meringues and tasty berries were wheeled out to be united with extra thick double cream, a search party finally located the dog.  He had sneaked into the sitting room, probably when the circuit breakers were being reset.

One imagines that he was relaxing comfortably into a deep chair, listening to Rachmaninov and supping on a heavy glass tumbler of single malt.

Thank you to our great friends for a truly memorable evening!

Midweek run

I had a workshop to write this morning, which led to a late breakfast and no run.

However I did find time for a quick run last Tuesday evening, after a slightly frustrating day of desk research.  It was a lovely evening and I decided to run for 15 minutes and then turn round and run back.

The route was nothing special, consisting of one long street in a somewhat tired part of town.  I would have taken a different route back if I’d had the energy… or the time to get completely lost!

The turn point looked like this… any guesses where I was?

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The return journey was pretty hard work… you would have thought I had run ten miles by the energy I had left.

Alas though, the round trip was only 3.2 miles in 31 minutes.  Average 6.2 mph and all the more reason that I probably should have run today.  Ho hum!

Hot foot

After a really fun 60+hour working week, it was lovely to relax over the weekend.

In consequence I wasn’t in a hurry to do a long run and opted instead for another short dash on the machine.

2.5 miles in a little over 20 minutes left my feet burning from the hot conveyor belt… on account of my not wearing shoes again.

Have a great week peops!

Two and a half bare feet

I had been lost in creative mode this morning, supping on a couple of quadspressos and time had flown by.  It was past ten o’clock and already a hot summer’s day, so rather than miss a(nother) Sunday run, I stripped down to my boxers and jumped barefoot onto the running machine… it’s one of the real benefits of having one in-house!

After a brief warm-up I increased the speed to 7.5mph and ran along with my mind on other stuff.  The run was a token gesture, 2.5 miles in 21 minutes, but something trumps nothing and I felt all the better for it.

Out of shape

It’s amazing how quickly you can get out of shape!  Despite a holiday which involved many excellent walks and one fantastic run, ten days was all it took to return to (no) form!

Sunday saw me running out along my road route in a particularly lacklustre way and turning around at the 3-mile point.

I then retraced my steps and though I diverted slightly to discover a small park behind Marle Place that I’d not seen before, I essentially completed 6 miles in one hour.

I don’t even have any photos to show for it, but sometimes it’s important to just keep your hand in… or running legs and writing brain in this case.

Hard work

Rather than down an energy drink ahead of my run this morning, I opted for half a banana and a handful of almonds.  Whilst probably more healthy, this combo did not have the same effect as the orange drink last week… every step of my run was hard work.

Is that really the effect of just one glass of wine last night?

Either way, with power reserves allocated to running, there weren’t a lot of interesting thoughts going on upstairs, or at least nothing that my famously fickle memory is allowing me to recall!

With dark clouds threatening rain as I got ready, I did think about wearing an additional layer, or even a hat, but in the event it was warm enough that I would have happily taken my t-shirt off and I was relieved that I had nothing else to worry about!

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I took the same route as last week and then threw in the additional loop out to Hundred Acre Lane as per this April run.

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Looking at the top of my left shoe, it’s clear that it’s about time for a visit to Kurt at RUN.  I’ve noticed the same wear indicator with a number of earlier pairs… once the splodge has been extinguished and the shoe is past its replacement date, my toe starts to make a bid for freedom!

To be fair though, this pair started out on the TMB two years ago and by all accounts they are well & truly knackered.

As am I right now!  The sofa calls, despite having run only 6.2 miles in one hour.  I hope that my new shoes come with fresh supplies of energy… or I’ll be forced to drink the Beet juice drink that I’ve been avoiding!

Hocus Focus

In addition to the desire to rid myself of lethargy, there were a couple of small influences behind my fast-breaking run outside this morning.  In particular, my mother pointing out how many days it had been since I last blogged when I saw her last week and the guys I met from Armadillo Merino on Friday who piqued my interest in technical fabrics.

Alas I needed something more than desire to push me out the door.

In September 2011, when Daren and I had just started the Tour du Mont Blanc, we reached an early low-energy point.  Due to late flights we had set out at 8pm and intended to find somewhere to eat and sleep, but at 2am had still found neither and were on our last legs.  At this point we each downed a Quick Orange energy drink and found a remarkable surge of energy which kept us going for another two hours until we found some rudimentary accommodation.  [look at the site if you want to see the definition of rudimentary!]

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Disgusted by the taste but amazed by the effect, I had bought more (this time Focus Energy Shot) for the London to Brighton run last year and had one left over… which I consumed this morning before setting out.

The effect was excellent and I went from tired to fired in a few minutes… the effect lasting at least for the duration of my short run!

My route today was the simple loop out to Wivelsfield, through West Wood and back via the Magical Path.

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A little mud persisted from the rain last week, but otherwise the going was firm… apart from the point where I slipped sideways and instinctively stretched like a scalded cat to stop myself hitting the deck!  It was a close thing… my face was low enough for a moment that I could smell the ground!

It was also the day of the London to Brighton bike ride… it seems strange to think that 23 years has elapsed since I participated!  Where did that youth go?

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I completed the 5.2 miles circuit in a Focus-powered 50 minutes (average speed 6.24mph) which whilst not great, is not bad considering how little running I’ve done recently.

I’m now thoroughly stretched, showered and breakfasted and just about ready for lunch now!  Have a great week and keep that lethargy at bay!