Tide was in so a bit of gamboling (Just wanted to use the word) in the cool breeze through the Welsh countryside and up along the clifftops. Plus a quick visit to see the folks! 5 miles at a steady pace ramping up to 7.30 miles as I was ticking along on the roads to incorporate the parents house. Legs feeling rather good at the moment. Perhaps form is coming back at the right time!
A quick tempo run around the beach today, was feeling good and working hard seemed to make me feel better so I pushed a little and did 5 miles under 10 minute pace for the whole thing which by my calculations include 20 stile and gates and at least half a mile of tricky rock running. Im trying to recover some form as its only 5 weeks to cornwall and I havent fitted in a long run for ages due to a suddenly mental social life! Still you cant really justify missing someones wedding for a long run …. can you?
And the post title? I was pushing back up the wooded path homewards bound and passed an older guy in hiking gear, walking stick and broad brimmed hat, I puffed a good afternoon and went past. Next thing I know he’s alongside going hell for leather “to give you someone to race against” he shouted. I had to laugh, theres me working hard and this guy is flailing along madly next to me. Fair play he managed around 100 metres before falling back with the cry of “I’ll let you have this one” I gave him a cheery thumbs up and headed on bemused.
It’s so easy to forget how lucky you are sometimes. We blow insignificant issues out of all proportion. I was thinking this as I ran the clifftops to the burial mound, one of my favorite places to sit and watch the channel as a break. The fields atop the cliffs are as beautiful as the beach itself I just forget to appreciate them. I guess having lived around here all my life I take much of the scenery for granted – and I shouldn’t. So this post is for the unappreciated parts of runs, the fields and lanes that piece it all together.
Run-wise it was a quick 5 miles, everything felt pretty good and I noticed my pace on the flat has naturally fallen back into the 8-9 min per mile pace that feels quite comfortable. Still blowing too hard on hills but who doesnt!? (rhetorical question)
Apologies for teh lack of posts lately, I’m still alive! Just not running much waiting for this quad to heal properly. The tricky thing is that it might well be healed already, I have no way of knowing as it doesnt start hurting until Ive done 4 or 5 miles and it was fine last time out. It does feel a bit limboish but I’m getting stretching and core work done while I wait so even if I am being a little over cautious it’s ok I guess. Im aware that I only have 7 weeks now to the Cornish ultra and I’ve not done a really long long since Preseli but I’m hoping that I don’t actually need to bury my body during training this time to gain confidence I can cover the distance. Yes its another 8 miles but the elevation an descent amounts are the same so stretched over a longer distance and being coastal I’m unlikely to be faced with sheer mountains like Preseli.
I’m probably overthinking it all ….
Anyway the tide was in this week so I did a quick trip to teh beach and some hillwork up and down the Cwm to test the quad under pressure and it felt fine so I got that going for me!
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.