As planned, I went out with my husband and plodded 5 miles around the village. The plodding was hard work – it was warmer than I expected and I’d forgotten how long it was since I’d done more than 3ish miles. There’s also something about running together that turns me into a particularly unlikeable, whingy 6 year old (practically getting to the foot stamping “my legs don’t work…”) kind of stage after a whole 10 minutes. Although I had the upper hand by having the house key, I was annoying myself so snaped out of it and on we went.
I’m not from the village where we live, but he has lived here all his life. As a result, trips around the village are interspersed with pointed out landmarks of where he used to deliver papers, went with his family or got drunk up trees. I also got to see three disused mines and where they used to hide priests.
I needed a couple of walking breaks and found that it was one of those runs where it was my head letting me down – I found it very easy to wimp out of hills and the like. At the end, we were both very hot and sweaty, and although I was a bit disappointed with the time, we did what we set out to do.
So that’s a week of Juneathon completed.
Juneathon week one:
- 14ish miles run
- One hour’s unco-ordinated flailing aerobics
- One and a half hour’s yoga
- One and a bit hour’s Wii fit