Its been quite the week of weather, we’ve had the lot. been out for a few runs in it and many more walks. One of the best things about owning a dog is that it forces you out no matter how you feel you have to go (I’ve had the lurgi all week). And if we dont go and do the miles every day Murph turns into a raving lunatic. Run-wise I just got back from an 8 miler in the pissing down rain and it was great. Everything feels spot on – well apart from the usual foot problems which I have decided simply just to ignore. It doesnt matter if I run or not things hurt simply because of the walking mileage too. I literally cant rest cos of the dog so hey ho its suck it up and keep moving time.
Back to my weekday runs, feels so good not to have to rush home in the cold and dark. I’m sure that each run gets microscopically easier. It’s almost impossible to gauge progress but I think the secret like many things in life is to stick at it until something gives … its either survival or ignomious collapse in the sand
So yesterday we were sort of promised a snowpocalyse which would surely herald the end of civilisation or something. If you believe the press that is. It never happened so instead I just took a blustery run down to the beach and back before dark.
You know what … I think I’ll let the photos do the talking ….
Then just for you guys a chance to sit back and relax. Today at the beach, tide drifting slowly out at sunset. Filmed from halfway up the rock scramble at Traeth Mawr halfway through a quick 5 miler.