Two days without much (certainly enough) sleep make a slow runner.
So tired yesterday I fell asleep at work for an hour, today I avoided that fate but the jog really did turn into a plod.
I could only manage a little under 5 miles, I almost enjoyed a bit of it, but overall I was glad to be done.
And so, done in, it’s to bed. Third time lucky, I hope.
Awoke to a bright but still breezy day with lots to do and a desire to do more!
Still, I’m feeling good so far this year, so my rotation of runs and cycles had to continue.
A wash of the car was followed by a cycle to the local egg house. Well, farm. It’s your typical box on a fence at the farm gate with an honesty box for payment. So I returned 2 old boxes, paid my 90p and returned for home.
And when I say local, there are closer farms but the round-about route to this one is very scenic, enjoyable and quiet.
So once home I did a bit more to my worktops.
Then remembered I’ve acquired a unicycle.
So I had a little play.
Gordon Bennett I wish I hadn’t! How inadequate can a man feel? Unable to balance at all, there simply aren’t enough things to hold in the world. But it’s fascinating, so I may well persist in my efforts. But I fear its one of those things that may need constant effort-if I keep going backwards, I can see it becoming demoralising quite quickly!
We’ll see. It’s fun, anyway!
Trying to pack everything in to today that I want still hasn’t quite happened.
I’ve shopped, done some work on my kitchen worktops (3 out of 4 are done now though) and relaxed and run. Wanted to cut shortcut that’s for tomorrow now. Might get out for a unicycle play in a moment (just acquired one, can’t ride yet!) or might leave it for tomorrow.
The run was a diverted route to buy some lemon and lime drink. A 3.5 mile outing which I diverted into 5.6 and instantly wished I’d lengthened to 6 after I’d stopped, as you do.
But a tight chest and tired eyes tell me to be satisfied.
Hopefully tomorrow will be more fun.
With no visits to the hospital.
Friday is, of late, mountainbike riding night. Usually around from Folkestone to Saltwood through Hythe and back, around 15miles.
Last week was hugely wet and sticky then yesterday, having been saturated all day as site flooded (puddles on sloping fields? Really?) we (tubbsontwowheels and I) decided a road ride might be a better option.
Only I hate road rides when there’s no destination. Love riding somewhere, just not around and about. I don’t find it relaxing.
So tonight, heading into a 30 odd mph headwind up a main road in the dark as it started raining, I wasn’t smiling.
But as I accepted my fate, it became bearable.
Then, as headwind became tailwind (after nearly being blown off the road a few times and while blind every time a light shone on my rain coated glasses), I actually enjoyed it.
Something about spinning out in top gear on the way home that soothed my worries.
Now I’ve the same wind to anticipate for tomorrow’s run. Let’s see if I can make that enjoyable.
I awoke this morning to the most marvellous feeling-having run yesterday, I had no pain in my hips.
First day since July.
Why? No idea.
I’ve tried running, not running, weights, walking, cycling, all to no avail.
The only thing I’ve changed is riding my road bike instead of one of my mountainbikes.
I remained pain free until around lunch when a little tightness drew in.
So tonight, having promised myself I’d cycle a bit, I fitted my lights and set off.
Only 4 laps of the local bypass (10 miles) at a steady, manageable pace, to allow me to measure fitness (determined as pace) on a set loop.
Tonight saw 3.19 average per mile, around 20 seconds/mile down on 2 years ago when I last did it (20mph, but I was trying then and it was summer) on a slightly different course.
And home again, I’ve not a hint of pain. Could the stretch of the road bike be the cure for my aches?
I hope so and intend carrying on until I find not for sure!
Set off from work for a jog around Rye but it was a little later than usual and, for the first time ever, I caught the 5.25 level crossing just as I approached.
Now the 5.55 stays down for 7 minutes, I know the earlier one isn’t as bad but decided to explore.
And found a route (pedestrian only) which avoids the crossing and gets one out on the opposite side of the town. But it’s unlit, next to a river, and unknown as far as dog shit goes.
So, after a loop around to gain some distance and realising I was a lot later than I thought, I came back the same way to find some mines and potentially enjoy a swim.
Neither happened but I did enjoy a change of route, at least.
More exploring in the spring when I can see, I feel.
Continuing my aerobic theme for Janathon, today demanded a cycle. And with fog and frost, a road ride was in order.
As I continue with my kitchen work (not in the kitchen at the moment-I’m making the worktops etc.), I decided I’d order the tiles so after a warming hour cleaning up one of the tops (Iroko so a bugger to plane), I took the scenic countryside route (through Cheeseman”s Green) on the road bike then through one of the myriad industrial estates, to the outskirts of town (Ashford) before returning home 10miles later to remember I had logs to cut up for the fire, the store being two-thirds empty.
And that saw to the rest of the day! Still only a half full, I’ve probably got fuel until February so another afternoon will be prioritised before too long.
Running again tomorrow, I think. The cycle seems good, if nothing else (and boy was it slow), for my hips, so hopefully an easy run out will help further.
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.
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!
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.
Yesterday had me all excited at the prospect of a little jog around Gill Lane, my favourite local road. I’ve no idea why it’s a favorite but hey, it works for me!
Today still held the attraction and to confound my sore hips I headed straight towards it hoping to log a 6 mile outing before pain increases to prevent me.
So I did.
And it was all good.
Just under 8 minute miles, a lovely loop of lanes and until 4 miles, very little pain.
I’ve stretched since, cycled to the shop for some dinner and feel surprisingly fresh.
Plans see a cycle for tomorrow to preserve my weary body as far as I can.
Roll on spring!