Janathon #3 – fighting the urge to use the same “canal desires” gag that I always use

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.

Bleak. But daylight, so yay!

The above photo was only taken because I got busted taking this photo:

Things on the ice - #1 in a series of 3. I'm intrigued by what possible series of events led to this. Intrigued and a little scared.

Next thing to be out in the ice was this:

Things on the ice - #2 in a series of 3. Best seat in the house

And of course, the classic:

Things on the ice - #3 in a series of 3

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.

Day 3/31 – 6 miles
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.

13 thoughts on “Janathon #3 – fighting the urge to use the same “canal desires” gag that I always use

  1. Tom Roper says:

    If the pleasure of inserting an extra r into canal to make carnal has pallled, you could always try removing the initial consonant to make anal. Hours of fun: ‘anal running’, ‘anal route’ etc. How we laughed!

    • travellinghopefully says:

      Sadly the amusement never wanes. I made this years ago and have stuck with it ever since.

  2. Adele says:

    Mwah-ha-ha-ha! I do, of course, love the objects in the ice.

    Ladies of Letters is fantastic, we once had a five hour car journey with my brother, who played them most of the way.

    • travellinghopefully says:

      I’m going to have to listen to them again and write down everything that made me laugh like an idiot – someone being “ensconed” in their room is the one thing that has stuck with me.

  3. fortnightflo says:

    what? but how?…..a PUSHCHAIR? In the ice? But where has the little child gone? And the mummy….oh it’s all too much for me….where are you running by the way to see these things? If that happened here (Luton) that stuff’d be nicked!!

    • travellinghopefully says:

      It’s along a stretch of the Leeds-Liverpool canal near Wigan, childcare’s harsh round here…

  4. Paul says:

    Great post , love these photos make a good storeyline for an author. Thanks for the tip on the podcast I will have to check it

  5. Catherine Henderson says:

    Like the ferrero rocher burning counter, need to get me a red wine version! πŸ™‚

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