If Carlsberg made weekends……

If Carlsberg made weekends……

I remember (just), bad old days when a good weekend meant going to bed at 5am. These days that’s when the alarm goes off signalling the start of another day of adventure for me and the beautiful one.

Although, yesterday we did the Race The Tide long half marathon (16.5 ish miles), the first time we’ve attempted a Pure Trail event. In order for the race’s appropriate cut-off at the river crossing coincide with the incoming tide, the start time was 1.24pm precisely.

So, no 5am alarm, how very civilised for us to have a lie-in, although, being creatures of habit, we were naturally dithering about what and when to eat to prepare for a lunchtime start.

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A familiar (happy) face

Friend, and all round good guy, Jamie was directing us into the field being used as a car park. He’s a stalwart  of the running community, aside from his own achievements in trainers, he’s regularly to be found in a hi-viz shepherding runners or their vehicles and generally contributing to making trail races the great events they are.

Please check out the Stoke Gabriel Carnival 10k(ish) as organised by Jamie and come and enjoy a beautiful course to run or help out on the day.

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Plenty of pre race info displayed

Anyway, we arrived in the picture postcard village of Holbeton in plenty of time to collect our numbers and enjoy watching some of the mud splattered 10k runners career across the line. Everybody looked so happy. We had a good feeling about today. And how right we were……

 

Aside from our 16+ mile half marathon and the 10k, there was a 30 odd mile marathon and those runners

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Elite athletes perched on the boot of a mini

were already out there, attempting to best their various tide cut-offs.

 

After the race which shall not be mentioned recently, Nicky’s knocked confidence was in need of a boost and we were both determined to put that to rest. (I have now, honestly….)!

This race, in my opinion, has it spot on – the cut offs are they for all the right reasons. The first is primarily because the tide would have prevented anybody not making the time getting across the estuary.

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Definitely a pure trail

Just one of the many well thought out details of this race was that, even in the event of missing the crossing at 6.5 miles, you could simply retrace your route and still cross the line having completed the best part of a half marathon. The marathon had similar contingencies in place.

 

Anyway, within the first uphill mile, we soon learned  why those earlier runners were caked in mud as we waded through knee (or higher) deep mud as the route became, in the name of the organisers, pure trail.

The route was certainly undulating in those first 6.5 miles, but not brutal and Nicky had her race face on as we reached the estuary crossing with about 17 minutes to spare. We dibbed in (the timing system involves wearing a ‘dibber’ which you connect with a receiver at each of the check points 2017-05-27 15.28.33and the finish), I do enjoy races with dibbers, something of the child in me I think! and then started across the estuary. Such a beautiful spot, great fun splashing through the water and welcomed on the other side by, amongst others, the omnipresent Jamie, having been relieved of his car park duties. “Cuts offs?! PAH! cut offs, schmutt offs” he called out, being aware of our recent experience at the race we shall not mention (I promise!).

This race made it quite plain that you need to be fit, strong and used to difficult, challenging, hilly and rough terrain to be able to make the cut offs, but it does not expect you to be challenging fro a spot on Nike’s next Breaking2 project! All the wonderful, friendly, encouraging, knowledgeable marshals and crew at Pure Trail appear to UNDERSTAND trail runners, they can look at an athlete and instinctively know whether they are physically or mentally struggling to meet the times needed to get around.

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Great fun crossing the estuary

Consequently, us runners are free to enjoy the stunning, varied and fantastically thought out course, using the pacing strategy which works for us.

 

After those 6 or so miles on woodland trails and riverside paths, the scenery change as we headed off for 3 or 4 miles on the coast path. It doesn’t matter where you land along it, the South West Coast Path is something else. Plenty of steep ups, steps, downs, gates, stiles and wildlife. And endless stunning

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The SWCP – always stunning

viewpoints. Despite these, naturally, being the slowest miles of our run, they are SO gorgeous, time becomes irrelevant. Before we knew it, the route was taking us back in land. Nicky ran so strongly in this race, pushing on in the woods, taking her  occasional walk breaks to pause, take a drink, check we’re both going well and then pushing on. I’m always bleating on about just how PROUD I am to be Nicky’s husband, but she never ever does anything but make me proud.

 

This tough 16 mile run was 2017-05-27 16.18.48no exception. When I write this blog, I just let my feelings about this wonderful running life we share leak onto the page. I’m not a particular ‘type’ of runner, I enjoy pounding the pavements, doing laps of Paignton Green, intervals and pushing myself hard.

But I am NEVER happier in my running shoes than when I’m enjoying the most beautiful of views in the most beautiful of company. Pure Trail gave us the first of those 2017-05-27 16.30.56in spades on Saturday, and Nicky, naturally fills the second and I  truly feel blessed.

We gave our best team effort here, and absolutely loved every second of the day. We encountered nothing but fun, smiles and laughter amongst the other competitors and magical scenery from the route. Looking forward to seeing the outcome of the footage being shot by the three ladies (from Ireland I believe) with whom we shared much of the course, to be found on youtube within the week we are informed.

Anyway, almost too soon, the sign pointing us towards the finish appeared and we found ourselves giggling back through the mud (it’s good for the 2017-05-27 16.29.01complexion you know) and charging for the line. We do enjoy finishing holding hands (“oh get a room you two” as one social media wag quipped), even better today was that we managed to be dibbed at EXACTLY the same time and were officially in a dead heat for 86th place, ahhhhh!

So, having crossed the line, there was, amongst the throng of happy faces, good old Jamie, still encouraging, congratulating and still grinning from ear to ear.

I certainly don’t write the blog for plaudits, but it was lovely when Brian and Tracey, who had finished a short while before us came over and said “you’re the guy who writes the blog”!

 

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Smiling – we did a lot of that

It turns out Brian is race director for the City To Sea and he did a

 

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With Brian and Tracey at the finish (Jamie photobombing, naturally!)

pretty good job of convincing us that we might fancy a marathon (or even ultra) from Exeter to Torquay in early September. Lovely people and it looks like a cracking event.

 

Just like this was.

We were pretty tired by the time we’d got home and washed the mud down the shower, but so glad to be glowing from a wonderful day.

As ever, time is our enemy, and this coming week is going to  disappear before we start heading up north on Friday with what promises to be another picturesque event at the Coniston Marathon next Sunday.

So, ever so briefly….

Sunday:-

I kayaked up the Dart from Stoke Gabriel to Totnes and then accompanied Nicky as she swam the 4.5 miles back. I won’t go on……….

 

Then, after helping her out of her wetsuit and feeding her, I set off for a 13 mile run around the lovely area we are fortunate enough to inhabit……

And so, Bank Holiday Monday……….. proud husband, step-dad and granddad…..

Dog Running

Dog Running

 

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These two record a podcast whilst running. See men CAN multi-task!

Inspired by those funny chaps on the Running Commentary podcast, Paul Tonkinson and Rob Deering, I went on a ‘dog run’ last night. Now, regular stalkers sorry, readers will know I am regularly to be seen on a ‘jog the dog’. We musn’t, no we REALLY musn’t, confuse a ‘jog the dog’ with a ‘dog run’. A dog run, you see, is carried out without the help of a dog. See, very different beasts.

 

By the way, aside from the podcast, Paul & Rob are proper hardworking comedians and I was rather chuffed to discover that Rob is coming to Dartmouth in August. Nicky was keen to pick seats in where her chances of being singled out were slim….. I should think sitting next to me should be sufficient, I do, er, stand out when we’re in close proximity!!

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One of these two could easily hide behind the other!

 

 

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Charlie and I on a recent ‘jog the dog’, notice the presence of a dog!

Anyway, the ‘dog run’. Simple, really, the route, pace and distance are only determined in the moment…. “er, I’ll go left here, hang on, no right”, “up the hill, ah no, back down it, oh go on then, up I go”, “oooo, what’s that smell…. hang on SQUIRREL OVER THERE” etc etc. So this dog run was 11 or so miles and started out heading for Torquay before diverting to the coast path, over some beaches, a golf course, some hilly bits, some flat bits and a bit of a blast in the last few miles on the roads again. Lovely. Hot, sure, sweaty, hell yeah, but lovely!

 

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SQUIRREL!!!

Running on a Thursday evening? I hear nobody say! Well, you see, my amazing and, quite frankly awesome (not to mention sexy, inspiring, funny, clever and beautiful) wife, Nicky went out. OUT I tell you. I know, on a school night. In fact, on ANY day…. we don’t do'Will you stop talking? I'm trying to read.' ‘out’ much. To be fair, she was back by 8.30pm so we were still snuggled up reading well before it got dark!

 

So that’s twice this week I’ve laced up in the evening. Nicky and I went to the Brixham Harriers again on Tuesday and had a lovely sunny evening run up and around Berry Head. Check it out on Strava if you’re interested in such things.

Brixham Harriers

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I’m really quite enjoying the club nights, it’s challenging to fit it into our chosen lifestyle, as the hour after we get in from work, before we set off for the cub is sort of ‘dead’ time, but we’re determined to make this work. They’re a cracking, friendly, welcoming bunch and we enjoy having a bit of a night ‘out’. Sort of! We did sit by the harbour and shared (SHARED!) fish’n’chips in the gorgeous twilight, which was lovely.

 

Lots of events this weekend, we’re not there, but White Star Running are making a foray into the road running scene with the Dorchester Marathon and we wish them, and all the runners, well with that. Maybe next year for us.

Meanwhile, it’ll be an emotional run for our good friend (and Brixham Harrier) Jan at the half marathon in Manchester this weekend. Again, we wish her and all the runners and spectators and safe, sunny, enjoyable and peaceful weekend there.

We’re off to the South Hams to RACE THE TIDE (the 16 mile version) and are really looking forward to some beautiful trails and the stunning coast path.

After our recent experience of running under pressure, it’ll be lovely to know that, in the words of the organisers, Pure Trail, “It is not an elitist race and we hope to cater for all speeds of runner, however, if you do miss the cutoff you can turn around and run the same route back to start but you will still have run 12.8 miles. Aid stations stocked with a combination of peanuts, biscuits, jellied sweets, fruit, water and coke will be at approximate 6.4, 9.4 and 12.8 miles.”

Aaaaaand relax………

 

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I’ve worked in worse locations! Warm on the roof this week.

 

 

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You don’t see many yoofs in the skate park at 5.45am

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A few images from the week’s running:

 

Weekender…..

Weekender…..

Bladder failure.

You can only control the controllable.

 

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I may well laugh, I was in need of a shower…

Having ran a total of 24+ miles on Saturday, totalling 5300ft of climbing, mostly on coast path steps, I was tired on Sunday morning.

 

Yup. Two runs on the coast path on Saturday. Home to Teignmouth (17.5miles) to meet up with Nicky after her swimming group’s session, then another 7 on the relentless up and down steps of the coast path with Nicky. I’d been sweating nicely in my running kit for about 5 and a half hours by then. I didn’t realise quite how badly until we stepped into the little shop at Ness to buy a drink after our run and the two young ladies both took a step back and I’m pretty sure were holding their breath!

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The South West Coast Path, brutal and beautiful in equal measures
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Playing to our strengths – one of us went over the fallen tree, the other nipped under!

Despite being tired, I know that I need to be able to run tired and keep momentum if I’m to realise my ambitions in August. I have bigger, longer term ambitions for distance too, so I need to become the person who keeps moving forward regardless.

 

So, Sunday morning, with Nicky’s second sea swimming lesson of the weekend some 3 hours off, I set off again….

 

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Still smiling!

She really is an inspiration. 18 months ago she couldn’t swim 33 meters of front crawl, now she’s a veteran of a 10k river swim (and several open water achievements) and is determined to crack the sea swimming this year.

 

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Steps. Hundreds of them.

We’re doing a relay soon, with Nicky doing a 1km sea swim, followed by me tackling a 10 mile off road run. I wonder how many husband and wife teams there are?

My mother said that it would be hard for Nicky swimming with that baton in her hand….

Recruiting the services of Pete Wilby who is knowledgeable, humble yet motivational and an all round top bloke, she really is mastering it. Mastering it to the point where a complete stranger approached me on the prom in Teignmouth to compliment her on her strong swim.

 

Anyway, I’d taken just over 3 hours the previous day but intended to take a slightly shorter route by not taking a couple of digressions and using a more direct approach to Torquay.

Once I’d hit the trails proper, I went for a slug on my drinking tube but despite sucking hard, like I was back on the Marlboro I was getting a mere dribble mixed with air.

Having scoffed at others with their trendy Salamon waist coat style rucksacks, I’m proudly sporting my Decathlon special……

So on the first big climb I removed my trusty bargain, thinking the tube must be kinked, thus restricting the flow. It was only on the third time of doing this that I realised that my increasingly soggy bottom was not down to the amount of sweat my herculean efforts were producing……..

There was split is in the bag where the tube attaches and so every movement squeezed another shot of blackcurrant flavored water down the, er, (for want of a better word) crack.

Nice.

This presents two challenges – chaffing  (oooo) and thirst (gasp).

Sweaty runnerMy options? The one I was already achieving was to be chaffed and thirsty and hope I made it to Teignmouth despite it getting pretty warm and I was heading to the most remote parts of the route. Hhhmmmm, not ideal.

The most appealing, just sitting down and weeping at how the world obviously hates me and it’s everybody else’s fault. No, Nicky’s voice in my head (“oh man the **** up”)…… Can’t entertain this one.

Turning back? Nope, I really didn’t want to miss Nicky’s swimming (she was driving to Teignmouth).

So what did I do, I hear you chorus? Well, I sussed that if I removed the bag, held it at an angle, I could get a good gulp out. Also my new compression shorts (I know, I’m well professional!) were doing the job despite the blackcurrant soaking and appeared to be holding those vulnerable parts together pretty well.

So I knocked the effort level right off, stopped every mile or so for a drink, which just about lasted and text Nicky.

 

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Landed right in front of me!

I’m please with the choices I made. Nicky and I arranged to meet at the golf course at Shaldon meaning I’d still covered the best part of 13 miles and still got to enjoy walking the dog in the sunshine whilst Nicky entertained the crowds as she ploughed through the waves.

 

 

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Nicky managed to get Pete safely back onto dry land!

Unfortunately, I missed the highlight of Nicky’s lesson as Pete apparently fell straight off his board whilst explaining the finer points of balance and poise in the water.

 

Talking of lessons……

I should always carry money on these runs, then I could have diverted to buy a drink somewhere. Actually, even if I replace the bladder and continue to use the bag, there’s nothing stopping me carrying a bottle of water in with my jelly babies and mini cheddars!

A weekend full of love, life and laughter with a healthy dose of adventure, we enjoyed it so much we started the working week with an early morning 5k in the woods,2017-05-22 06.10.02 already plotting next weekend, and the weekend after that, and the one after that…….

Next target? BEAT THE TIDE!

 

From Marlboro Country……….

From Marlboro Country……….

There’s been a bit of banter since the last blog! Which I guess means it has provoked thought. It all got me thinking about how I started running in the first place…

I suppose we all started running for a reason. (I promise the BIG Nicky interview is coming soon)

Marlboro CountryI smoked my last cigarette on 13th January 2007, ten years and counting, I’m very proud of that. I was a champion smoker, a real Marlboro king. Bear in mind I didn’t have the happiness of my wonderful life now, so a sneaky drag in the night, first thing in the morning, on the toilet, in fact ANYWHERE, ANYTIME, gave me a bizarre pleasure.

Anyway, I knew I had to stop. My life was not great. As has been well documented, my Sister was very, very ill and I was feeling increasingly guilty about the healthy body I seemed to have despite my appalling lifestyle.

So the fags had to go.

 

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This man played no part in my salvation

And I didn’t want Tony Bleedin’ Blair getting the credit for it when his ban came into force. I also didn’t want it to be attached to my 40th birthday which was rapidly approaching. I felt that would have been too much of a cliché.

 

I’d tried everything, patches, gum etc, but ultimately I knew I needed to WANT to stop.

And suddenly I did just that.

running-cigarette.jpgThen what to do with all the time that used to be occupied with the fags?

Go for a run.

Dear, oh dear, oh dear……. how had I become SO unfit. I’m not joking, I thought I was going to die.

I’ve recorded every single step of this running adventure on Fetch and simply wrote next to this first attempt “Nearly F****ng Died!”

And so the battle commenced. I think my weakness was my strength – once I start doing something I won’t leave it alone (stop giggling at the back). It became personal. Running vs Kevin.

It was tough to start with, I used to go out after dark to make sure nobody saw me. Yet after a while I suddenly noticed I could keep going for 3 miles. Then it became an hour. then I did a 10k.

My first 10k. Absolutely heaving down, I’d travelled to Combe St Nicholas where I thought nobody would know me. Because it was cold and wet I wore a heavy cotton sweatshirt and jogging bottoms. I was overweight then anyway, I must have doubled my weight with the amount of water these garments carried. But, oh my, what joy at having that medal put around my neck.

And so it spiralled.

I absolutely love running and the journey it has taken me on.

My trusty Fetch log informs me that I’m up to 15843 miles (including that first one, which may not have been a complete mile but felt like 10!) and I can honestly say I cant think of any I regret.

Some have been painful – the last 10 in my first marathon were appalling. Some have been bleak – Milton Keynes Marathon 2012 (shudders and shivers at the memory). Some have been less than picturesque – Reading Half, why? But so so so many have just been pure bliss.

 

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We’ve had some hair-raising runs…

The best miles though, are ALWAYS the ones ran wife my beautiful, inspirational wife. Just magical.

 

Anyway, keep on keeping on people……..

 

 

 

 

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Ocassionally we interupt our eating with a bit of running…..

 

Miniature Hero

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2015-05-17-10-05-05.jpgWell, today we celebrate 2 years of marriage. I am a lucky, lucky, LUCKY man. I get discouraged from gushing about how in love I am…… but Nicky truly is my miniature hero!! (and, yes, she does approve of the pet name!)

Miniature heroesA silly pet name, really, what with, you know, us being ON IT and everything…….

SO, I shan’t go on and on and on about just how wonderful my life is with Nicky…. well, only a bit…….

Anyway, we did the Imerys Trail (half) Marathon on Sunday. Unfortunately we didn’t quite make the cut-off at 8.2 miles and were diverted on to half course. Clearly we aren’t fast enough runners for this event:-

 

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Met a blog reader(!) and fellow Marathon Talk listener Millsy at the start – he came 10TH – good running!

The apparent race time limit of 5h30m (this would be 12m36s per mile) wouldn’t have been a problem, Nicky has recently ran a 4h24m marathon and whilst this is definitely a more challenging route, with her relentless and consistent pacing we would always get there. Lovely, settle in and enjoy the run……

 

Hang on, the cut off at 20 miles is 4 hours (12 mm). Oh, really, well, we’ll get to that relatively safely and even if we are tiring, that would mean we had 1.5 hours to do the last 10k (and as we now know, the last 3 miles are pretty quick). Smashing, we could average high 11’s and see how we felt at 20…..

Oh, HANG ON, the cut off at 8 miles is 1.5 hours, that’s 11m15s per mile!!! Er, why?? Anyway, I tried not to let this concern me as I set about pacing Nicky as best I could to this first cut off point. I can’t tell you too much about the course, as I was trying to get the right effort out of Nicky without burning up valuable energy for later in the race.

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Mile 26, er……..

 

 

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Started at the back. Whoops!

We ALWAYS start at the back. This serves two purposes – firstly, it avoids being dragged along by runners going faster than we should be and secondly it stops the demoralising process of quicker runners coming by as they find their place in the field. This was a mistake today!

 

It took us exactly a minute to cross the start line.

After a lap of the Cornwall College site we hit a rather bad bottle neck. Stationary. 90 seconds.

Then, an uphill very narrow grass path, at a gentle walk as there were plenty of half marathon runners enjoying the greenery as they were, of course, under no time pressure. How much quicker might we have done this section, maybe 30 seconds, maybe a minute?

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One of us struggled under the tunnel….

 

The final nail in the coffin of our marathon was when we passed the 8 mile marker with 1h29m50s showing on my watch but with no sign of the split.

A few hundred yards later we were 2 minutes too late for the poor chap charged with the task of informing us! You were bravely firm and apologetic sir and I hope we weren’t rude!

We completed the ‘half’ in 2h28m feeling bright and fresh, a bit cross(!) but could merrily have gone around again.

 

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These lovely (ultra veterans) were also not up to standard today!!

 

Such a shame that my beautiful wife, a seasoned veteran of 30 marathons, including a 50 miler, 4 50ks and numerous tough off road events is now saying that she feels that she simply isn’t good, or indeed, fast enough.

I guess we’ll just have to be more careful to ensure races we enter are aimed at runners like us.

A cracking venue and course, numerous and enthusiastic marshals and volunteers and an inclusive half marathon with no time pressure.

 

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Not quite the ‘full’ monty

Not all doom and gloom though, a pasty and an ice cream as we chilled on the beach at Charlestown was just splendid, followed by a lovely evening and night in our favourite bolt hole in Mevagissey.

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Definitely a 2 ice cream day.

 

And now we look forward to some lovely weekends of running and Nicky is getting right back into her open water swimming again.

Hopefully I haven’t come across as bitter and twisted. As I said to a nice chap in a Mudcrew vest as we stomped our way through the last few miles, I need to shut the wotsit up and stop moaning. “Oh no, he said, if you’ve developed a life skill you should definitely use it!”!!

 

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This is what we did instead of the ‘other’ 13.1 miles

 

 

 

 

 

The Clock Moved Sideways

The Clock Moved Sideways

5 points for the first to name the artist who sang The Clock Moved Sideways.

Anyway, time. clock

Yes, time. I always say that a sudden lottery win could buy many material items, but the one true treasure it would release…. time.

I’ve also always been a believer in the mantra that we make choices with our time, meaning it’s never quite true that we ‘haven’t got time for that’. It is a truth that sometime feels rather stretched though……

 

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It’s ok, Charlie, I promise not to use it on the blog……

Today for, for example, I chose to run with Charlie. It is swimming lesson day for Nicky so I am on the rota for Charlie duty – so I would have spent the time walking him if I hadn’t ran with him.

 

Me and the four pawed one did about 3.5 miles, which would have only have been about 1.5 if we’d walked. Oh, and I love running, so a good choice I reckon.

Then I breakfasted, showered and went to work. I choose to go to work. It fills (including travelling) 10 hours of every week day. I choose to do this because I like having the bills paid, eating and our adventures and weekends.runner looking at watch

I get home, I choose to prepare and cook dinner, have a shower and between us, carry out any other domestic duties which we choose to complete.

So yes, we do ‘choose’ all of this use of our time because we have ‘chosen’ to live the life we live.

So, yes again, technically, we could choose avoid some of the above, but life would be very different.

Brixham Harriers

2017-05-09 19.44.18So, as I shouldn’t be saying, I simply haven’t had time to blog this week…………. one of the reasons would be that Nicky and I decided to go running with Brixham Harriers on Tuesday evening. What a great choice that turned out to be, a friendly bunch, a couple of whom we already know (regular blog readers will already be familiar with the Sugar King, Martin).

The evening run took us on trails and paths to join the coast path at Mansands, heading back enjoying the stunning views and a couple of brutal climbs with the sea on our right.

The group is encouraged to run as one but with runners going ahead and doubling back or taking pauses to regroup and drink in the stunning vistas.

Whether we end up making this a regular fixture will come down to…….. time.

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No, honestly Martin, I won’t use it on the blog

 

With one eye on my target event of the summer, The East farm Frolic, I am looking to enjoy a bit more trail running and the Harriers’ session certainly delivered that. Feel free to check out any of my runs on Strava.

So, another weekend beckons, with adventure on Sunday coming via The Imreys Trail Marathon, a sneaky night away bolted on to the back of it, so we won’t be chasing good old time on Monday… ahhh…. lovely

Before that though, Nicky will be at her open water swimming session on Saturday and I plan to get dropped off on the way home and enjoy some of the coast path to the east of here.

Keep on keeping on people, next weeks race report & blog will be late because Nicky and I have other plans for our time whilst we’re squirreled away in Cornwall…..

Anyway some piccies from this week’s runs:

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Green And Pleasant Land

Green And Pleasant Land

I may not covet my neighbours, or anybody else’s, OX but am in awe at the level of OXing occurring on the Rushmoor Estate this weeknd. White Star Running’s extravaganza of trail races involved a 50 miler, a 12 hour race, a night 10k, an early morning 10k and the race of our choice, a half marathon. Some have done 4 races this weekend. WOW!

We chose the half, knowing we would be carrying our hard efforts from last weekend in our legs. At the top of the first hill we knew we had made a wise choice.

It’s over a 2 hour drive each way but the wonderful atmosphere was infectious from the moment we arrived. We squeezed the Mini into the car park and for a moment we did covet some our neighbours’ VW vans, even more so as we contorted ourselves in the mini to change afterwards!

We’ve got a summer of trail events lined up, Imreys Trail Marathon  next week, Race The Tide (16 miles) a couple of weeks after that, Coniston Marathon in June, Snowdonia in July and back to Cornwall for the R.A.T. in August. Not forgetting, of course my next ‘target’ race, the East Farm Frolic.

We have completed the 32 mile R.A.T. the last two years but Nicky was a bit disappointed with our time in last year’s event, so we are, you’ll be surprised to hear, ‘ON IT’! and intend to be Mr and Mrs Trail Running Experts by then (if Snowdon hasn’t killed us!)

Anyway, suffice to say we went round todays beautiful course at a fair old lick and are ready for the fun and challenges ahead, I think I’ll let our pictures tell the story of our day………