Category Archives: Rainfall

Sandgate seafront for a jog.

Made my way towards Folkestone today to see Dad and provide an alternative venue for a plod.
It’s been raining most of the day but brightened around 2 as I left home, which made it doubly upsetting as my chosen time/place was stuck under cloud and, around 4.30 and a couple of miles into my run, it started raining again.
Ah, well.
A dull route along the seafront from Spade House (HG Wells’ old residence) to the Hythe Imperial then back inland through SeaBrook since it was all but dark and night fishermen oddly concern me was a business-like, if not massively amusing, way to add 6 miles to my mileage.
Hips? Ruined, I fear. Sore as I left the car, painful after 4 miles, tight as hell as I finished. Stretching is ongoing.
Roll on tomorrow and the forecast frost!

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Mountainbike and mud

So in the interests of having fun and preserving my hips, today saw a mountainbike outing around the North Downs.
Folkestone past Cheriton over to Saltwood through Hythe and Sandgate to return.
One stream crossing, a few bridges, a lot of mud and several smiles.
The wet bits were properly wet though so the winter pause in off-road riding may be about to strike if the rain doesn’t hold up.
Makes a change to not be ruining myself through over running already though.

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 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 plodding

Once again along the river Tillingham. Fields full of wheat, grass being cut for silage, sheep everywhere, cows laying down.
Just beat the rain and all’s well.
90, 57, 33

Still plodding

Once again along the river Tillingham. Fields full of wheat, grass being cut for silage, sheep everywhere, cows laying down.
Just beat the rain and all’s well.

A few more miles

I wasn’t going to run today but somehow, having been going out to clean the car, I found myself instead heading out to jog the local parkrun course with our mighty leader.
A sunny morning (after another quarter inch of rain last night – will it ever dry?) saw zillions of dog walkers (some rude, others ruder) and a refreshing plod.
The car waited.