Duke of Edinburgh energy

The tea-house finally opened for business this week… which simply involved waiting for a warm day and emptying out the deck furniture.  To have designed & created such a versatile space makes me smile every time I look at it… which I have done a lot over the last five years!  A perfect thinking retreat.

IMG_0157 IMG_0155

For some reason I was not on top form this morning.  Sure, I often put off starting my runs, but this morning was different… I lacked energy.

When I did finally set off it was clear that I wasn’t going to get far, but then I did a silly thing… I followed the same route as last week.

It was a lovely day (I almost wore two layers which would have been unbearable) and I meandered along in the direction of Ditchling, choosing my footfalls carefully on the baked clay ruts.

I was in no particular hurry and was contemplating turning around at 45 minutes when I met a group of lads practising for their D of E Bronze Award.  They politely asked if I could confirm where they were on the map (they were right) and called out for me to ‘Have Fun!’ as I ran off.

The positive energy transferred to me in that short interaction was amazing and it carried me all the way up to the top of the Beacon, past a couple more teams, one of which was really making hard work of walking down the hill.

The outbound journey had taken me 1:02, five minutes longer than last week, though it felt like I was twenty minutes behind.

IMG_0161

IMG_0159

IMG_0162

The return journey seemed slower still, though I passed the labouring team whilst they were still walking down the hill and caught up with the second team before they reached Ditchling.  The energising team however had rocketed off.  I almost caught them up at Ditchling Common where I turned off… they were clearly on a mission.  Bravo!

I ended up running back into Burgess Hill on impulse power, so I am somewhat surprised that the return leg took me the same time as last week.  Running is funny like that sometimes.

So overall 1:58 for 10.5 miles… 5.3 mph average.

Since then I have been largely in a state of collapse on the sofa, in between consuming food and water… clearly I drained reserves that weren’t there in the first place, though I’m also glad that I did.  More food is now required!

Good luck all you D of E-ers out there!

Thinking

It was a muggy morning after a night FULL of rain (the front lawn was a swimming pool when I went to bed), but it was too lovely to be inside so I opted for a seat in the tea house.  I was particularly glad that I had ignored Mark’s offer of an 8.30am pick-up to go run the Chichester marathon!

I had been sitting and reading for some time, enjoying the smell of the honeysuckle and chuckling at the sound of a bird who seemed intent on waking the neighbourhood, when I had a minor epiphany.  Joseph Jaworski might even class it as a ‘predictable miracle’.

Epiphanies are not actually an uncommon occurrence hereabouts and this one involved a connection between the fields of neurogenesis and change management: it turns out that one of the reasons that scientists have thought until recently that the human brain is unable to produce new neurons is because the primates used in experiments were stressed…. I’ve lost you, I can tell!

Suffice to say that this is a very useful connection to have made and it gave me plenty to think about… so I decided to go for a gentle run.  Gentle is important here, since it gets more difficult to think the more quickly you run.

My aim was 5 miles at an average of 7mph, but after a first half mile warming up at 6mph, I realised that I would need to ramp up the speed to make my intended average.

7.5mph is just too fast to think clearly, but it was necessary so I paused my brain until I reached the half way mark to ensure I was ahead of the game.  Then I dropped back to 7mph for the rest of the way completing the distance in 42.5 minutes.  Average 7.06mph.

I guess that I should also have drawn a connection between muggy morning and running at more than 7mph… I was still dripping with sweat half an hour later, even after a cold shower!

I wonder if Mark managed to stay dry in Chichester?