First run of the year

Two posts in two days – get in!

It might have been blogging yesterday, it might have been the promise of a steaming bowl of porridge and the madness/genius of test match special, it might just have been that I’m fairly embarrassed by my inactivity – whatever it was, it motivated me to pull on my trainers and head out of the door. The plan was for 3 miles, nothing earth shattering, and I went my multiple choice route so I could choose where I ended up. Although I thought I’d do a there and back to my 1.5mile pub landmark (now demolished to be replaced with 3 and 4 bedroom luxury homes – I can’t say I’d fancy living in a house whose foundations have been sealed in ice for a week. They were like little brick icebergs isolated a sea of frozen muddiness), I ended up going past there and carrying on in a loop. The loop took me home at 3.72 miles, so I rounded up to 4 around the back streets. It wasn’t the fastest 4 miles in the world, but they were all my own work. And I had the great excitement of noticing a tiny wooden hut of a church on the main road. I’ve lived in the village about 2 and a half years now and have never noticed it before; this is not a great reflection on my observational skills, but was quite exciting.

In the afternoon, we had a bracing walk/slide down by the canal and called in at the running shop to buy me some new trainers. Running Amok’s description of his shoes kind of describes what my old ones were like, so I’m now the proud owner of a pair of Brooks Ariel. They’re a control shoe, so only one step away from being a special orthopaedic boot, but they’re damn comfy and when I’ve clumped round the house in left new shoe and old right shoe, I can see a difference in my alignment. I suspect that they’re going to take a bit of getting used to as my knees are rediscovering what it feels like to face the right direction.

I was also talked into buying some special socks (I was giddy and easily persuaded) – I’m sure proper socks are important, but have never ventured down that path (Surely socks are socks?) and have a nagging doubt that I’ve been sold sock-shaped snake oil. My question therefore, is – are socks good?

Frozen Canal

Snowing at the canal


Idiot husband "just testing" the ice

Today’s run – 4 miles, average pace 11.10.

NB. Husband would like to issue the following disclaimer “I did not actually walk on the ice and do not condone such behaviour from fellow idiots”. I can vouch that he didn’t walk on the ice, or even put two feet on, as he was holding onto me at the time, just in case.