Janathon day five: park

Despite it being Saturday, I had to work this morning. Bah. I tried to come up with a convoluted plan that involved running to or from work, but it wasn’t to be. If I ran to work I wouldn’t have access to showers and that would be at best impolite and at worst, in violation of any number of infection control policies. If I ran back from work, it would be a steady uphill trek and I would then have to catch the bus back to pick up my car (I couldn’t bus it to work because of the amount of stuff I had to take with me). I considered running the streets near work, but quite frankly this didn’t fill me full of joy. I thought about driving somewhere after work, but feared that this would end up taking up the entire afternoon.

And then I remembered that Saturday work is virtually opposite a park. So I decided to run there. It was a glorious spring-like day, the sun was shining and the paths were full of people searching the rhodedron bushes for children and dogs. Unfortunately, I had forgotten that most of the park is uphill and it was only when I got home that Ginge pointed out that it is called a valley for a reason. Still, I enjoyed myself, I tackled the hills with enthusiasm (until the enthusiasm stopped short of my actual legs) and took lots of photos of trees.

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Juneathon Day 13: A change in routine

This week’s routine is all over the show. On Thursday I will be going to Manchester for a swift half with my mate Rob, who I haven’t seen for ages. This means that Thursday’s social running has been replaced with social drinking. An uncharacteristic burst of efficiency on Sunday saw us get the big shop out of the way a day early, thus freeing up Monday to do my normal Thursday run. Tuesday will see me running with Ginge, Wednesday I’m back to normal with my morning run/evening yoga, Thursday we’ve discussed and Friday will be after work (possibly after collecting Ginge from the pub) because there’s no way I’m getting up any earlier than I have to after being out the night before.

The prospect of towpath puddles put my companion off the idea of canal running, so we met in the town centre and set off on our usual path. We tried to think of an alternative, but everything we came up with involved a hill (seemingly hills are worse than puddles) until we set upon the idea of starting off on our normal run then going through the park. I never go through the park due to the high concentration of al fresco Special Brew drinkers, having two of us made me brave though and I have to say that it was very nice. There’s enough little bits of the past remaining to make it feel like a proper municipal park (the little brick groundsman’s shed on the bowling green for instance) and enough signs of investment to make it feel modern and cared for. The sweet irony of all this, is that it was uphill all the way.

We did a round 5k that would have been a round 3 miles, but I couldn’t be bothered walking the last 0.1 of a mile.

Speed = distance/time

I can remember that much from GCSE physics. Unfortunately I can’t apply this to tonight’s run as I was Garmin-free.

Not through forgetting it, not charging it or lacking a signal, but rather because of the watch amnesty at tonight’s club session.  On a Thursday it’s an hour’s run, usually out and back, so obviously the speedy ones at the front go further than us at the back, but we should all still end up together at the end. However, apparently some people have been a bit fixated on their garmins recently and although they’re doing their hour, they’re not going any further or faster. So to break free of the shackles of time and distance, we ran out and back on a route that covers 5 1/4 miles and just enjoyed running at a natural, comfortable speed.

Despite feeling a bit naked without it, it was quite nice just enjoying the sunshine, running through the park and having a natter. Thinking about it now, I probably wasn’t the target audience for doing this kind of run – I’d be better if someone followed me with a cattle prod shouting “FASTER! FASTER!” – but it’s still 5 miles even if I don’t have the stats to prove it. You’ll just have to take my word for it mind…