Monthly Archives: June 2014

Heavy foot

Yes, just the one.
Went for a jog up the Greensand Way towards Singleton late this afternoon and got caught in a shower.
Right at the highest point, right where I turn around on a short jog, it started hammering down.
And after plodding through the now yet corn, the soaking grass past the horses which were again scared by my passing, I came to the long corn field and upon the oddest run yet.
The rain was accompanied by wind which made half the track wet (it’s a well maintained route through the harvest this time of year) and kept half dry. Which made my left shoe stay clean but the right gained weight with every stride until I attained quite a lop-sided gait. Incredibly odd, I’ve never quite had such a similar wobble.
Which made the next field which was long very wet grass oddly welcoming to clean the mud off.
And so I got home and up to 99.5 miles (105 in the daily month, I ran 6 on the last day of May)
One more run to go and June is done.
78, 56, 30.

A flourish to finish?

The month has had ups and downs, for sure. The weather has suited me quite well compared to previous years, my energy levels occasionally less so.
But it’s nice to report that, having uploaded to Running Free for the first time since the 11th, I’m now on 95 point something running miles with 2 outings to go. That’ll see me nicely past 100, then, even if Spencer does bring his kit in on Monday and we only go 2 miles – he’s not a runner, to be fair, but company is always good and he does try.
A quick 5 miles on the bike into town today added to a short 10 mile mountainbike loop on Thursday, so even my biking isn’t abysmal.
Roll on July and shorter mileage but speedwork instead ready for the holiday in August.
79, 56, 31

Yawn!

Fatigue, tiredness, lethargy, zzzzzz.
Thankfully there are only a few more days and a few more miles to go. Tomorrow changes plans and a cycle outing on the hilly off-road bits around Folkestone will occur instead of on Friday. But that has mixed blessings since I’ll be late home which will make Friday a tired affair!
But it’ll be fun.
And soon it’ll be over!
81, 56, 33.

A little tight

I had plans to take an easy 5 miles this evening but a late visit from the Guv’nor meant I was a little late and lost my drive.
So, determined not to hurt myself by making up time, I instead opted for 4 flat miles at easy pace.
And with tight hamstrings (all the leg lifting through crops and high grass) it’s all I really wanted, to be fair.
But it was enjoyable, especially with a light shower to make a cooling change. Shame it was so muggy to finish that even my glasses steamed up.
82, 56, 33

Still at it

Still getting more tired. But the end is in sight.
And, at last, I’ve got a plan.
Not since Janathon 2013, when I ran 200, have I run 100 miles in a month. So this month I will.
Fewer than 4 miles per day (allowing for Friday cycling if it isn’t raining as forecast) will see me there. Which should be simple except the quantity of off-road miles is now wearing me out which, along with the quick run I did yesterday, means I’d really like a long lay down.
Ah, well. Plod on and see how July feels with 100 under my belt.
83, 56, 33.

Tired at last

An early start upset me, a good day cheered me, a decent ride on the motorbike encouraged me and I decided I’d run until 6 whenever I set off.
Which turned out to be 5.20, so 5 off-road miles ensued which were less fizz and more slog.
Sadly pretty, the views aren’t to last-the last date for planning appeal against the 5750 (yes, best part of six thousand! Plus schools and shops) houses planned for the fields was yesterday. But the infrastructure has been in for 20 odd years so it’s a bit of a sham, really.
Guess I’ll soon have to head SouthEast instead of West on my runs to avoid the blight.
85, 57, 33

Tired at last

An early start upset me, a good day cheered me, a decent ride on the motorbike encouraged me and I decided I’d run until 6 whenever I set off.
Which turned out to be 5.20, so 5 off-road miles ensued which were less fizz and more slog.
Sadly pretty, the views aren’t to last-the last date for planning appeal against the 5750 (yes, best part of six thousand! Plus schools and shops) houses planned for the fields was yesterday. But the infrastructure has been in for 20 odd years so it’s a bit of a sham, really.
Guess I’ll soon have to head SouthEast instead of West on my runs to avoid the blight.

Calves, cows and bulls

Plodded along the bottom of the hills towards Udimore tonight and the reason for the two trailer-containers of water became apparent. Cows of the Jersey variety have moved in.
Nice to have something else to observe for a few hundred yards, the low point of the outward journey was the stench now emanating from the decaying badger carcass.
Truly vile.
It was a touch humid, so the return was welcome to say the least.
And as I got to the cows, an interesting sound arose. Pausing to look, the lady cows and their young offspring (proper small, about the size of a Great Dane) were being protected by a rather huge bull. Which instantly trotted towards me, then raced me along the path. Beating of effortlessly. God help being a few miles into a run, being the other side of the fence and having to escape!
A nice jog, though. Very relaxing.
87, 57, 33

Saving crops and fixing fences

I had aimed for a simple 4 miles this evening, so set off for a jog alongside the Tillingham river.
Went out across the field of cows which were all in the far corner and thus distant from becoming too overbearing.
Which made the first bit a touch longer than the through the direct field route. Some omen there.
The next three fields were good, then came a surprise.
Sheep. Not surprising in themselves-the last field I jog is always full of them.
Only I wasn’t in the last field. I was still waist deep in wheat. Surrounded by sheep. Which were slightly more nervous about the situation than me. Like a class full of kids caught scribbling on the blackboard.
So as they started bounding about, I shooed then toward their right field. And tried to find how many were out. And see what damage they’d done.
Somehow they knew how and where to return quickly and filed through as fast as I could shepherd them.
Only to have to find a way to repair the fence. Hoping I’d got them all, of course.
Well three bits of rope later and another half mile jogged out and back and I confirmed they were all safely home.
Only to run back to the cows and find they’d crowded the gate again and that I had another half mile detour to get home.
So a brief 4 miles became more, harder, slower but overall a lot more fun.
Same again tomorrow?

Flat

Felt lethargic today, so headed out for what may be my flattest ever run.
From site, down around 7 metres to the road, along cycle route 2 in reverse for a couple of miles, then back.
Quiet, peaceful, warm, breezy, relaxing. And 5 miles to boot.
89, 57, 33