A favourite route bested

Yesterday saw a variety of plans thrown out regarding morning runs, so instead I left them to Cathy. Yep, she’s been running again. And might even blog it sometime, if we’re lucky.

Instead, I had lunch then cleaned the car then, thinking the temperature to be about right, headed out.

And judging by the number of dog walkers, families and general people I’ve never seen out that way before, we all had similar thoughts. I was the only one in shorts, though.

The weather was a pure autumnal joy, to be fair. No wind, sunny and crisp. Just how it should be. The only flaw with the day was having to stop twice on the only narrow bits on the run to let cars past – the only cars I saw in 5 miles of no pavement, too. Typical. Still, it was a great farewell (hopefully not the last last time but certainly one of them) to my fave route. And, fittingly, I felt fresh as a daisy, kept the pace sensible for the first mile, took an average of this and the second mile pace and maintained that for the rest of the route. Mile four was (just) the quickest, but speed wasn’t the full goal – the run was fresh, nice, something to remember and remind me why I run while the winter slog  keeps me doubting.

Boy, I hope I find some nice routes at the new place. Which, incidentally, is all sorted barring the people buying mine having a slow mortgage approval keeping things back. Hope my vendors will be patient – i’m just keeping fingers and things crossed while the days tick by, hoping they don’t get impatient and sell it from under my nose. I hate buying houses. Why did I do it again? Oh, yes…it’s called a huge garden!