Ran for the first time in 3 weeks on Saturday, I didn’t actually mean to but Murphy freaks when there are people around (only 3 fishermen to be fair at 7 in the morning) and so it was easier to manouvre him at pace as he’s happier at a run. And so once we started we didn’t stop so an unexpected 6 miles to Witches and back with very little niggling from ankle. I’m no fan of the heat so keeping the mileage low is easy at the moment!
First off a happy birthday to my dad – Hope you’re having a good one (assuming you still read the blog that is)
Seven miles on Sunday thats disappointingly left me with a sore (more than usual) ankle – whats with this? I drop the mileage and things get worse?
Anyway I’m kinda used to it by now but as long as I can keep walking Murph too all is good, at least I’m bound to be keeping some level of fitness walking 4 or 5 miles a day even if I’m not running right?
Murph and I ran another 6 miles yesterday – He loves it, puts me to shame, when im flagging and he gambols off into the distance its a good feeling though as I know he’s not even really putting any effort into it and clearly enjoys the whole thing. Today we just walked 4 as the ankle still plays up a bit. Its good to be able to do either as I feel. So yeah … lifes good!
Last weekend I planned to camp near St Davids in West Wales with Murph, we packed the van and headed off. Things didnt go quite according to plan … First off I went to set the tent up and no tent poles – god knows where they are but they weren’t in the tent bag. It was also clear that Murph wasnt very happy with the campsite, he’s very nervous anyway and new situations plus people meant I could tell he wasnt going to enjoy the whole thing as I had hoped. So what do you do when life gives you lemons – go for a run!
We did around 9 or 10 miles (I’m not wearing a watch at the moment as the plan following the ultra is to just enjoy it again) along the coastal path and it was Murphs first “proper” run and he did fantastically. I kept him on lead all the way as I dont know the area well enough but it wasnt a problem. He’s pretty good at judging pace (though he clearly doesnt notice hills like I do and doesnt slacken off) so I would imagine we knock along at 8 to 9 min/mile pace which he seems to enjoy best. I even had his lead tied around my waist (its one of the fancy ones with a clip on the handle to accomodate this) and that works too. The only problems we had were on technical sections where he tends to choose the best line (Ie the one I’ve also picked) a split second before me.
2 weeks out from the first ultra of the year, 6 months of solid training and I go and (probably) break my toe on a baby gate I installed to keep Murph from troubles food ….
So how do you do this taper thing anyway? I’m doing more milage now I have Murphy but its mainly walking at the moment. Though we did run to the beach and back earlier we’re covering at least 5 miles a day just in walks – he’s loving it, I’m loving it. Whats not to love. He’s getting better at recall too and really settling in.
He’s a bit of an early riser – As in as soon as the birds start he’s awake and that means so am I so we were at the beach by 6 this morning. However this has its advantages – We get first dibs on beach salvage and also going twice a day means I can shift more plastics off the beach.
I would have done this anyway but as SRG requested it you get more Murphy photos (In case you missed it I have a new dog called Murphy) He is settling in better than I could have possibly hoped. He and Trouble get on fine – well they pretty much ignore each other which is awesome. He’s pretty well behaved (though may possibly be a sock destroyer) and is already starting to learn recall. I’m already walking him off the lead (he sticks like glue) as long as theres no livestock or cliffs around and he loves the beach – which is also lucky as he’s going to spend a lot of time there.
The Preseli Ultrabeast is only 16 days away so I might as well start my taper early and stick to walking him and the odd jog with him. The fankle is a bit tender and I have a niggle in my groin (both probably as a result of the breakneck pace on saturday) so I’ll just rest them and chill with Murph. He’s going to be an ace training partner, when I run he doesn’t really break into a run just ups his walking trot a bit. I think he’s got plenty more miles in those legs than I have.
And so with no further ado the photos