I was out early on saturday morning to beat the heat of the day. It meant that the tide wasnt quite right but I managed to get to the ladders just in time so I could come back along the clifftops.
However you can play spot the red kite
Spent the weekend down in West Wales with a couple of friends and their dog which of course meant I got to do some running at last. The idea was to do a few miles of the coastal path in glorious sunshine and take in the views. This being Wales of course it was blowing a gale and raining on me from the outset. I was not to be deterred though!
I was actually really enjoying myself despite the wind, cold and rain and was happily putting out enough effort to prevent hypothermia. The only times I got cold was when I stopped to take photos for you my dear readers. The sacrifices I make!
I had forgotten to bring my energy foods with me and so my friend had given me some marshmallows and chocolate but as I didn’t want them to melt in my pocket we shoved them in the only bag we had available – an (unused) dog poo bag. A bags a bag but I decided to eat while crossing the bridge in the photo – So there I am in front of the cafe shovelling marshmallows straight from a dog poo bag into my mouth. Always make a good first impression when visiting a new place.
Then I came to a dead end, the only way was to go back the way I came or so some scrambling up a scree slope. I am not one to be deterred by a challenge so off I went
I eventually got back after about 3 hours, tired, cold and wet but happy. The quad is still not entirely happy but then i cant really blame it after a dozen miles and a climb up and down a bloody scree slope.
In the afternoon we popped into St Davids – The Smallest city in Britain.
More importantly than sightseeing we took Iolo the dog to the pub
After a week off running to rest up I was up with the lark to test out the baddy leg. News it it still hurts afetr a few miles, its ok just a bit of pain which nags away. So I’ll just take it easy for a while I think, its too hot to batter myself anyway at the moment. The oddest thing though is that as soon as I stop running the pain goes instantly. I mean instantly, no limp nothing which makes it very hard to judge if its healing or if its fixed … until I run more than 2 miles …. so I could do lots of 2 miles … and string them together … Thats the way my mind works you see.
I managed to add extra miles as I met these guys on the way
I promised them I would return with food soon. Then i thought nah I’ll run home, get food, come back and continue my run so I did so and returned with a bag of carrots and apples.
Oh and I had a visitor too – The seagulls have obviously been missing me at the beach this week so came to find me
I can feel somethings still not quite right in the legs, mainly at the tops! I’m taking it very easy and listening to my body and not pushing it until I’m happy. I discovered this on tuesday night during a 5 mile mizzle run along the beach and cliffs. I didnt push but could feel tightness and a little pain in the left quad so I toddled on home and am taking it easy- after all I figure I deserve a little R&R
We are definitely in bank holiday season and yesterdays run was likely the last before Preseli while I do this taper thing and eat stuff (you know for the race etc and not just because I wanna eat stuff)
So a quick 5 miles which meant I met this very very very newborn dude
And while I do sometimes mention that sheep are a bit thick they had nothing on me today. I reached the headhigh rape seed oil field and it had poured down during the night. One step into the jungle and I could tell it was pretty wet.
The options were plough onwards or go back. Or I could have opened my pack ( I was practicing with the kit I am running in on saturday) and put on waterproofs. As the race is part of the Welsh Fell Running Championships it means we have to carry full wind and waterproof kit plus compass, whistle etc.
Guess what – I forgot I had waterproof gear in my pack so I just ploughed on through. It was like similtaneously having freezing cold water poured down my front and into my bottoms while being whipped with heavy wet laces. Thank god I wasnt in shorts
This was yesterday (I’m in catchupmode again)
A beautiful 5 miles along the cliffs taking it easy
I’m kinda enjoying this holding pattern at the moment. In fact it’s beautiful to run in the moment and watch time and tide drift by.