Inability to co-ordinate = comb fail

The title does make sense I promise. On saturday a friend and I were meant to go beachcombing for an xmas tree. However due to my lack of insight into how late the sun rises (as I rarely see dawn) I kinda messed up the timings so we called it off at 6.30 and I stayed in bed until it was light and I could run (silver linings eh) Can you spot the mistake below?  Sunrise at 8.08, tide at 8.08 over 6 metres – no beach to comb …. oops

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Only around 9 miles but along the cliffs as I want to get at least some hill work done for next year.  I fed carrots to the horses and got to look at high tide folly from the cliffs

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In other news sorry If I’ve been a bit slack on updates and following all your blogs and stuff.  Mums been in hospital for a few weeks now (very kind of her to do it in my off-season though!) and it’s been a bit hectic.  She looks to be on the mend now so as I know you’ll read this sending love mum!

Sundays for speedwork

Sort of … it was meant to be a recovery run after saturdays 14 miles but the legs felt really good and the tide was out and I felt like running quickly … so I did. Sod common sense I wanted to run for the joy of running and if that meant fast then fast it was!

Met some new friends

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And went out of my way to warn these people that walking right under the cliffs at this time of year is suicide – You can hear the rockfalls all the time.  I had to laugh as the older lady (who wasnt under the cliffs) replied with “well yes but he is a geologist” …. Like ok well at least he will know what kind of rock staved his head in then I guess.  To be fair I was more worried about the dog with them, splattered people I could cope with but not a dog. With a cheery cry of “Natural selection will out!” I sped on my way

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Of wavecut platforms and glute battering

Saturday morning was cold but bright and so I decided it was time to tackle a longer run again. I chose to head left towards Llantwit via Atlantic College along the cliffs so I got to see the sandbank.

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Nash Sands
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Past the lighthouse

At Atlantic College I kept up on the cliffs through the playing fields. Not sure why they are named after King George but they are …

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I turned at Llantwit and headed back along the beach, I don’t normally do this as theres precious little sand and around 4 miles of non-stop wavecut platforms but I fancied something different and for those 4 miles my legs got a great workout due to the constant stepping up and down on the rocks.

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The series of caves just past Llantwit
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Caves closer up
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4 miles of nonstop rocks does screw with your legs eventually

I did find some rocks with numbers painted on – I’m guessing someones doing an experiment in tidal movement – And now I have to come back to check out the results myself

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After that it was plain sailing as I worked my way back around towards Witches Point creating a 14 mile loop.  Considering the terrain I was happy to get it done in under 3 hours though my glutes took a bit of a battering.

Some days it’s just great to spend time outside to clear the mind.

Tides in

So up the cliffs I go – And its cold and windy and of course its great just to be out.  Although I’m not covering half the milage at the moment I’m enjoying it even more when I’m out. This was seven miles to Witches and back (yet again) and I enjoyed every second of being cold and muddy.  Not much else to report at the moment.  Nights have drawn in and other stuff comes up so it’s kind of nice to let running take a back seat.  It’s always noisy in the back seat mind you. Like a child asking Are we there yet? It’s instead saying Can we run now? Can we run now?

No child – You will run when times are right.

I’m slowly getting the hang of this balance thing

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Dear Lord what did I do to this one? 
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Conventional cliff photo