Back to work tomorrow, so today was my last run in the daylight until next Saturday. Rather than stick to routes round the village, I’ve decided that my daylight runs should be a bit more interesting, and so I took myself down to the canal for a planned 6 mile plod.
It was a lot colder and bleaker than the last time I went along that particular stretch (admittedly that was in June, on a boat) and I spent the first couple of miles with only a little bit of knuckle peeking out of the thumb holes on my long sleeve top. Unsurprisingly, it was fairly quiet except for a few dog walkers and a couple of anglers – I did spot another solitary runner, but she was just a hi-vis speck of pink in the distance during my return leg.
As I was running, I listened to the sublime Ladies of Letters off of Radio 4 and thought of witty and insightful things to blog about. Unfortunately, I’ve since had to venture into the realms of shopping and the experience has wiped all traces of them from my memory, so you’ll have to make do with photos.
The above photo was only taken because I got busted taking this photo:
Next thing to be out in the ice was this:
And of course, the classic:
I got home to find that my old faithful running tights have rubbed another hole in my leg. I really don’t want to pension them off, partly because they’re comfy (apart from making my leg bleed occasionally), they fit my camera in the bum-pocket and I really, really don’t want to go shopping. The only reason I risked retail today was that a particularly jiggly bit of hill has prompted me to invest in some new, ahem, foundation garments. I can only apologise to the woman in the changing room next to me who must have thought that an earthquake was starting as I jumped up and down to give it a test bounce. I’m pleased to say that I am now more structurally sound than I was this morning.
|Ferrero rochers burned*|
*I actually looked at the stats on my Garmin, saw the calories burned and thought “ooh, 10 ferrero rocher” – it’s only day 3, I fear for the next 28.