It feels good to be back running it just feels different for some reason. Probably because im not doing it purely to run anymore but just running because I can and because Murph loves it too. Miles dont seem important. We took a different route as apparently after you treat them with advocate they have to stay dry for 48 hours – sounds like bollocks to me but still we just ran an inland loop of around 5 miles.
Yesterday as a run at the beach in the morning before the sun kicked in and then a walk to the beach at the end of the day. Murphs appetite for the outdoors is insatiable and its almost impossible to knacker the little sod. Im not complaining, being back running properly is a joy and seeing him tearing around is even more of a joy.
Summer holidays are here and off to a flyer. A run at the beachin the morning before the heat really kicked in. Then at sunset we went bioluminescent plankton spotting (sadly none was to be seen) but had a fun night hike with the dogs and their luminous collars. They loved it of course. The moon was so bright that we didn’t even need head torches on the rocks. The creepy woods though was a different matter. I’ll let the photos do the talking
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!
I’m running but completely failing to post about it! Perhaps it’s because I’m not really measuring what I’m doing but in the last week or so we’ve done a few 7 milers to witches including today and a few shorter ones.
Everything’s feeling remarkably good considering what I did to it a few weeks ago, even the ankle isn’t protesting too much. I’ll continue in this new relaxed manner while I work out what murph can and can’t do. Well actually he’s a flying machine but I’m just erring on the cautious side especially in the heat. And now some photos!
Friday after work it was time to head to the beach for a quick 5 miles or so with my friend Claire and her dog Tilly aka ratdog. Its good to see her improving slowly despite not being able to get out much lately. It does help shes about 7 stone soaking wet and many years younger than me – she wants to run a fellrace this summer and to be honest she’s a natural and gonna cruise it – well assuming I can actually get her to run uphill at some point.
Brought a couple of bin bags to clear some plastics too. This is why I need friends, Im not that bright it took her to point out the easiest way of hauling at all back. I never thought of this …
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