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)
A 7 mile jaunt after work. It’s so good to see the evenings brightening up fast. Can get a nice longer feeling run in now and the sunsets are of course beautiful as per usual.
This dude was the biggest I’ve seen so far and mighty heavy from the feel of it. I’ve looked it up and its a barrel jellyfish. The tide was coming in but I wouldnt fancy its chances of not getting stranded again as they just float around a bit.
Yesterdays long run went well, only another 11 miles but felt really good and in control of my pace so I finished it feeling quite similar to the start. Up along the cliffs to Nash Point and then the length of the beach up onto Witches Point for a few climbs. A circuit of Southerdown beach then a scramble over Witches at low tide and then a run home via the ladders and my folks. I love saturday mornings!
I forgot I ran on thursday! It was only a quick one but I actually forgot to post it until I went to post yesterdays and realised there was a gap in my photo folders!
It was cold and grey. The tide was high and the waves crashing. This is partially why I take photos – A sinle photo can remind me of so much, the weather, tide how I was feeling. Did it hurt, was I quick, did I fall. I must have taken a thousand photos and they all release memories. Amazing really.