Got home from work and it was cold, blowing hard and looked like rain. I was sooooooo close to staying in the warm and having soem food, maybe do some stretching, take it easy. But I knew deep down I wanted to go out and would love it once I did. It’s the first step. So off I went into the wind for a quick 4 mile run.
Anyway there was just about enough sand to run the mile stretch before the tide swept me away
I found I can now cruise even into the wind at around 9 min miles on the sand. On the way back I was doing 8 no problems. I’m only doing short stints like that as I don’t want to blow up anything in my legs so don’t worry I’m being careful and listening to my body!
So what causes the difference between one run and another. This was seven miles and effortless. On days like this the thought of the 24 mile fell race in a few months doesn’t worry me in the slightest. On other days I feel like I’ll never make it. If only it was possible to bottle the feeling on a run like this. I think flow is the term. I need to remember the days like this when I get self doubts.
It was a day full of our favourite weather too – Mizzle! Which turned to drizzle and then back to mizzle.
So friday was a beautiful day! So beautiful I forgot to write about it! I never thought it would be a utter pleasure to run for several miles but it was. Only downer was the battery dying in my camera halfway through but I snapped a few!
All week the media have been banging on about WINDPOCALPSE so of course I was waiting excitedly for today. Ok so it blew a bit but there was no mass downing of trees or blowing of high sided vehicles into rivers. I did see a sheep stagger a bit but that may have been due to poor hoof conditions underfoot.
So I ran to Witches Point which meant 3 and a half miles into the wind and then the saunter home!
The wind did so some cool stuff however in more subtle ways.
I was supposed to run the Hoka winter half at Margam Park on saturday. On friday I woke up to pai9n in my right foot – Not the foot thats supposed to hurt! It came from nowhere and I was worried it was the onset of plantar fascitis in my only non hurty body part. It ached for most of friday so sadly I made the decision that although I could probably run the half I would be doing myself no favours in trudging round it in pain. I took the sensible option and didnt even try. Meh. Still to be fair its a non technical run on gravel roads so barely trail at all so I wasnt missing much.
On sunday the pain was gone so I ventured out on a short test run to see how I fared. That was pretty much alk I saw due to fog but I suffered no more pain so we’ll have to chalk that one down to a mystery niggle (thankfully)