Category: Cows

Feeble Forest 5

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My apologies for the alliteration. I hate alliteration. But today’s run was feeble. And it was in a forest. And it was 5 miles. So calling this post Really Energetic Urban 14 wouldn’t really be appropriate.

I get up with the good intentions of going to practice running in the forest with my new trail shoes as I only have two training weekends before the Orion 15 which is being held in the forest so I get the train down to Chingford and I see the bus station and I think oh yes, this is definitely where I ended up when I was drunk a few weeks ago and I find the forest and there’s a sign that says BEWARE CATTLE

and I get unduly excited by the possibility of seeing some cows and I head off in the direction of the trees and on the right there’s something that looks distinctly like a hill and I think to myself that I should go up the hill as there’s hills in the race but my feet have other ideas and lead me off to the left and into the foresty bit and I haven’t even gone a mile and I’m knackered already and I’m not sure I like running on lumpy bumpy mud and I think I’m going to twist my ankle and it’s only just got better today after it having been hurting since Tuesday and I realise I haven’t a clue where I am in the forest and I’ll probably get lost and there’s hardly anyone around, just a few horseriders and dog walkers, and I keep on going but walk up anything that even slightly resembles a hill and I’m thinking is this the same girl who did a hilly half last Sunday? and then I get to a lakey thing

and I think ooh that’s nice, I didn’t know there was a lakey thing in the forest and I go round it and there’s a map and it says it’s Connaught Water which I’ve never heard of and looking at the map it seems I’m not far from the station and I’m wondering whether I should just ditch the run and go home as this running thing’s not really happening for me today and there’s no way I’m going to manage 14 miles but I decide to continue on but after about three yards I stop to walk again and so I think fuck this, I’m going home and I run back down to the station and go past a dead fox and I get the train home and I am feeble and I didn’t even see any cows. Bah.

Today’s route

Stats:
Distance: 5.32 miles
Time: 1:06:12
Pace: 12:27
Calories: 475
Hills run up: 0
Walking breaks: Lots
Lakey things: 1
Cows: 0
Dead foxes: 1
Music:
The Twang
Hole
Faith No More
Muse
The Damned

Blog (part 2)

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Yeah ok, I’m out of bed. In fact, I’ve been out of bed for a few hours as, after getting out of bed to write those 30 words in my previous post, I did manage not to crawl back into my pit and hide from the world.

If it wasn’t for the fact that both my Garmin and my N95 tell me that I ran 9 miles today, I wouldn’t believe it as, when I woke up I vowed never ever ever to run again; told myself I wasn’t doing my 10 mile race on 20 January; and not going to bother with my half marathon either and even hid in the Yellow Advertiser the Runner’s World mag that came through the door this morning in a timely fashion just to piss me off further.

But I eventually stopped feeling sorry for myself and got out of bed and went to the marshes for my scheduled 9 miles. And I did see the cows and they were close up but I forgot to take the multi-grain bread that I am reliably informed is made for cows to feed them with.

I did also see a lot of New Year runners, I had been wondering who all these new people were over the marshes running and thought they didn’t look like the normal runners I see over there, especially the man in combat trousers although he was definitely a runner and not just running for the bus or something (not that there are many buses over the marshes, in fact, there aren’t many at all, in a none at all kind of way) because he was with a running-kitted-out girl and they were in front of me but I somehow managed to catch them up even though I was going really really slowly so I stopped to walk but still managed to catch them up when I started running again so I stopped to walk again but then caught them up again so then they started to annoy me so I overtook them and I somehow managed to get round my 9 miles and go home and go back to bed.

I saw a cute puppy though and it made me smile.

Stats:
As below.

Blog

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I ran round the marshes.  I saw cows.  I saw lots of New Year runners.  Then I went back to bed.  I think I’m going to stay there all day.

Stats:
 Distance: 9.09 miles
Time: 1:52:48
Pace: 12:24
Calories: 824
Cows: 6
New Year runners: lots
Beds: 1
Music:
Faith No More
Bobby Conn
Hole
Polyphonic Spree
Stereo Total
X-Ray Spex
Libertines

Last run of the year

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Due to my hangover testifying that red wine, white wine and champagne aren’t a good mix, I wake up and think I’ll go out for my eight miles tomorrow instead of today and then I remember the text last night from Tracey which said did I want to go for a free drink tomorrow in Ilford and then into town for another free drink at a casino and instead of replying no I have to stay in and drink water and get up and run eight miles and anyway I have no desire to go to Ilford due to me spending the first 19 years of my life there and it being full of Essex people and I don’t want to go gambling, the lure of the words “free” and “drink” compel me to text back and say yeah, sounds good, email me details.

And I look out of the window and it is a nice bright sunny day and I think I bet it’s nice over the marshes but it’s still not motivating me very much but I get changed into my running kit and go outside and do my usual sit on the wall thing and wait for a satellite which takes longer now due to me being addicted to the Nokia Sports Tracker website so now I have to take my N95 out with me which takes ages and ages to pick up a signal but it does eventually and I shove it in my pocket where I promise myself it will stay for the duration of the eight miles and not get taken out of my pocket for any photo based emergencies.

It’s busy over the marshes and I think don’t these people know the marshes are for my sole use only? well, me and the Kingsway International Christian Centre who I am reliably informed is the biggest church in London, if not the UK, anyway. At least until 9 January when they take down their big metal triangle and remove it from the marshes and the marshes can get on with its important task of being a nature reserve.

Amongst the people is a couple running and the bloke’s wearing a rucksack and the girl isn’t and I wonder if he’s carrying all her stuff and I decide he probably is and I wonder if she had to ask him or if he just offered and I decide he looks gentlemanly and probably didn’t have to be asked and just offered and then they get to the cattle grid and he runs over it while she stops and tentatively walks across it and then I get to the cattle grid and stop and tentatively walk across it and then they’re up to the ice rink and I think please don’t be going into Hackney Marshes as I don’t want to follow you for the next six miles and they turn off and I think hooray and then I think oh actually, as I’m just about to go into Hackney Marshes, the entire population can escort me if it wants to, as long as it buggers off once we get back to Walthamstow and there’s quite a few people over Hackney Marshes too and I think the nice weather must have brought people out and then I see a man in a Rasta hat down by the river and I wonder if he’s rolling a spliff and then I think that is a huge generalisation but I decide he probably is rolling a spliff anyway and wonder if he’ll give me a puff but then I remember that I don’t smoke and never liked dope anyway and then I see some more exercise related things that I never noticed before and there’s an arm stretch but it’s so high up and the only person I know tall enough to reach it is Bear and I think he probably doesn’t frequent Hackney Marshes that often and in fact has probably never even been to Hackney Marshes and even if he had, I’m even more sure that Hackney Council probably didn’t build an arm stretch just for him.

I’m back in Walthamstow and running up to where I think the cows live now and I look at my Garmin and I think I’m on track for my fastest 10k ever and I get to where the cows should be but they’re not there and I must have got it wrong where I thought they were in relation to where I saw them as I thought today’s route would take me nearer them and I’m wondering where they are and I think they must be the other side of the railway bridge but you can’t really get through there to anywhere and I look at my Garmin and wonder what is more important, a 10k PB or cows? and so I go through the bridge to look for the cows but it’s all muddy and I have to stop and I can’t get through there to anywhere so I turn around and go to go back through the underpass and a runner comes along and I stop to let him go first but he stops and turns back and I wonder if he’s taking the not dedicated to the public sign seriously and I go through the underpass and I remember the steep bit and I think if I walk up the steep bit I’m not going to get my fastest ever 10k time so I run up it and I look at my Garmin and it seems to be broken as the time seems to be ticking away but the mileage seems to have stopped but eventually it does get to 10k in 1:08 which, along with the 10k in which the football incident occurred, is my fastest ever, hurrah.

Then I’m on the most boring stretch of road in the world ever that leads out of the marshes and I’m thinking about the casino and I’m wondering if it’s smart dress only and am I going to have to wear a dress and heels as I’m not a girly girl and I only wear jeans and Converse and I have a hangover and hangover and heels do not mix, they mix even less well than eight miles and hangovers and I look at my Garmin and it’s on seven miles exactly and I get to the park and it’s on 7.3 miles and I’m thinking one lap of the park is point 4 miles I think and can I wimp out after 7.7 miles as I am extremely knackered and I think no, no wimping out, so I go round the park and then it gets to 7.5 miles and I think point 5 to go, that’s ok, then I realise that point 5 is half a mile and half a mile sounds far and I think I. Can. Not. Run. For. A. Nother. Half. A. Mile. And there’s a man throwing a stick for a dog and he smiles and says morning and I attempt to smile back but not sure if I managed it and I still haven’t done 8 miles and I think I can’t go round the park again as the man will say hello again and I’ll have to attempt to smile again and it was hard enough the first time and I leave the park as I have to investigate the bus stop anyway to see what times the buses are that will take me to my Essex homeland and so I do some bus stop investigating and it says it takes 43 minutes and I think can I sit on a bus for 43 minutes? Eek.

Stats:
Distance: 8.04 miles
Time: 1:25:40
Pace: 10:38
Calories: 756
Photo based emergencies: 0
Music:
No Doubt
The Polyphonic Spree
Faith No More
The Cure
Idle Vice Pirate
The Secret Machines
Ash
Tricky
The Crescent

Cows and christians

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My schedule has me down for 6 miles before Friday, as last week started on Friday and I was under instructions not to take any photos and I promise myself that I won’t take any photos but I have to take the N95 because I found out from Warriorwoman that there’s a new version of the Sports Tracks software and a rather nifty website to upload all your stats to, so what’s a geek girl to do, but to run off and get the software and test out the new website.  Cool.

I get outside the house and there’s a dead rat and I instinctively go to get my camera out of my pocket but remember the no photo rule and think no one’s going to want to see a photo of a dead rat anyway and I go and sit on the wall while my Garmin and my N95 pick up a satellite.  Last time I took my N95 out for its GPS purposes instead of its photo emergency purpose or phone for help in an emergency purpose, it didn’t seem to keep a signal in my pocket but this time I just think fuck it, I’m not holding it, it can go in my pocket and I’ll see if it can keep up, I have the Garmin for back up anyway.

I get to my favourite bridge and I think I’m going to turn left and see if the cows have been moved down there because I’ve never been down there but it only brings me back to the first bridge and so I turn back round and head off towards the new strange building and on the other side of the marshes I SEE THE COWS.  Yah.  But they’re on the other side and too far away for me to take a picture but obviously I am still adhering to the no photo rule and I wonder if the no photo rule applies to cows and I decide it probably does and even maybe especially does and I think bollocks, I won’t be coming back that way either but never mind and I get further along and there’s a sign that tells me what the new building is.   And this is definitely a photo emergency so I take a picture.

It’s definitely not a roast potato factory.  It’s a Christian centre which is obviously what we need built in the middle of a fucking nature reserve.  But it’s going after 9 January 2008, hurrah.  And I don’t need a roast potato factory anyway as I took the plunge and made roast potatoes on Christmas Day for the first time ever and very nice they were too.  I am a potato goddess.

I drag myself round Hackney Marshes and I see the cutest puppy in the world ever, made even more cute by the fact he’s wearing a bandana round his neck and it reminds me of my old cat Stupid who had a bandana round her neck and looked very cute too and I wonder how accommodating my current cat would be if I tried to put a bandana round her neck and I decide she would probably try to kill me.

I eventually get home after the slowest 10k in the world ever and the N95 has managed to keep its signal even from my pocket and I upload the stats to the website which I’m not going to link to here as people can zoom right in but here’s a screenshot.

And it even grasses you up for taking pictures by putting a little camera icon on the map where you took a picture.  Cool.

Stats (from the Garmin):
Distance: 6.67 miles
Time: 1:17:28
Pace: 11:37
Calories: 627
Cows: 6
Christian centres: 1
Puppies with bandanas: 1
Music:
Ween
Manic Street Preachers
Devo
The Gossip
The Young Knives
The Specials
Madness
Baby Teeth
The Polyphonic Spree
Faith No More
Transvision  Vamp
Kasabian
B52s
Baby Bird
Terrorvision
Cardiacs
Cribs
Citizen Fish

The modern scientific training regime

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As is becoming a bit of a Friday habit, I stay up late drinking wine and get the munchies but I have it on good authority that the most important elements of a modern scientific training regime are: (1) quality rest periods; (2) balanced nutrition; and (3) effective hydration. AKA lie-ins, chips and beer.  Or in my case lie-ins, cheese toasties and wine.

So I get up late and email Bear and say I stayed up late drinking wine, do I have to go out for 7 miles this morning? and he emails me back and says no, you have to do 8 miles, I checked your schedule.  Bollocks.

I eventually leave the house around lunchtime and I go past a house that’s for sale which has the advantage of being on the edge of the marshes but also has the disadvantage of being about 5 seconds walk from Ex Boyfriend’s house and I wonder if I bought that house how accommodating would he be if I went round to borrow a cup of sugar and I decide probably not very so I decide not to buy that house and as I get to the bridge where Ben came off his bike and broke his jaw there’s a man running really slowly and I follow him through the bridge and I’ve nearly caught him up and he’s obviously more of a finely tuned athlete than I am as he runs up the bridge at the marina whereas I do my usual stop and walk up it thing and I’m thinking please don’t go the same way as me as I’m going to have to overtake you, even I don’t run that slowly and if I overtake you, I’m going to feel bad and he does turn the way I’m going but he sticks to the path and I go alongside the river and I overtake him and then I get to my favourite bridge and Slow Bloke doesn’t go over the bridge but carries on and I get over the bridge and I think hang on a minute, weren’t the cows here last week? but the cows aren’t here now and I think maybe they’ve gone back to where they used to live and I wonder if the cows got confused with all this moving about or maybe they just got pissed off and I got to where the cows used to live but THE COWS AREN’T THERE.  Fuck.  Where have the cows gone?

And in place of the cows is this building thing.

And I think that’s no good, cows are better than buildings and what the fuck is it anyway?  And I get across the road and there’s a group of cyclists stopped off at the pub and I think I quite fancy a drink but I have no money on me and I wonder if they’d swap a pint for a photo of a cow and I think probably not so I continue on my way.

I get through Hackney Marshes without getting murdered and as I go through the bridge at Lea Bridge Road, Slow Bloke comes through and he says morning and I say hello back and then I wonder which route he took and then I think oh my god, if he came the direct way here from where I left him, that is seriously slow and I think no, he must have gone a different way and then I think why did he say morning when it’s about 1:30pm? and then I’m back at the stables and I’ve gone 6 miles and I need to do another two and I’m only a mile from home and I don’t know which way to go to make up the miles and I think shit, I should have thought of this before I left the house and I continue through the marshes and go through the bridge and there’s this sign

and I don’t know what it means.  Who’s not dedicated to the public and why not? And I leave the marshes the way I came in and then I’m at the park and I have about a mile to do so I go into the park and there’s people playing football which doesn’t help much with my football phobia and I do a lap of the park and then go round the edge of the sports field and back onto the street and then I’m home and I’ve done my longest outside run ever ever ever.

Today’s route

Stats:
Distance: 8.29 miles
Time: 1:33:59
Pace: 11:20
Calories: 720
Cows: 0
Slow Blokes: 1
Dedication to the public: 0
Music:
Polyphonic Spree
Rollins Band
Faith No More
The Cure
Stereo Total
Mark Ronson
Cardiacs
Chumbawamba
The Cooper Temple Clause
The Damned
Hole
The Horrors
Junior Senior
Sex Pistols
Ween
White Stripes

SogJog

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After sleeping the best sleep I’ve had for months, I get up and wonder if a bottle and a half of wine was the best pre-run fuel I could have chosen but I feel remarkably ok and I’m looking forward to going out for 7 miles as per my schedule although it’s getting late and I’m not very good at running later in the day and it’s pissing down but I remind myself that I like running in the rain and my iPod eventually updates and it’s chosen some great tunes for me and I go outside and wait for my Garmin to get a signal and it’s taking ages and ages and ages and I go and stand on the other side of the road and it’s still taking ages and ages and ages and I’m getting soaked and freezing and after about ten minutes I think fuck it, I’m going home, I can’t run without my Garmin, and I cross the road to go home and it springs into action and I think oh I’ve got no excuse now but there’s a bunch of hoodies under the bridge and I wonder if they’re just sheltering from the rain or waiting for someone to murder but as I was waiting for my Garmin to get a signal a couple of people had come through the bridge without getting murdered so I decide to be brave and run under the bridge and through the hoodies and they let me go through without murdering me which is handy as getting murdered would fuck up my training a bit.

I get to the marshes and to the marina and I remember I need to check up on the cows as I haven’t seen them from the train this week and I hope they’re not gone because they’re usually there until January and I get over my favourite bridge and HOORAY the cows are there, they’ve just been moved and that’s why I couldn’t see them from the train and I wonder why they’ve been moved and they’re not fenced in in their new location and there’s a man in with them

and I wonder if cows are friendly because my knowledge of cows is very limited what with me being a townie and that but I don’t think they’re as friendly as horses and they might not appreciate me going and stroking them and I stand there and decide whether to go over to the cows but I decide to be chicken and carry on running down to where the cows used to live and just past there they’re building something

and I think what the fuck are they building on my marshes? and there’s a van with Arena Structures on it and I think an arena? maybe some bands will play here, that’ll be cool, maybe Bobby or Cardiacs will play and just a mile away from my house too, yay.

And I get past the ice rink and to the pub by the river and Bear had emailed me and  requested some chips from the pub but the pub is shut so I text him to tell him he can’t have any chips and a three legged dog comes past and I go over the bridge and it’s still raining and there’s loads of puddles on the path and I decide not to run by the river in case I fall in as the path is narrow so I take a detour and then I haven’t a clue where I am but I follow the path round and I eventually find myself back on familiar territory and a runner comes past and obviously as only finely tuned athletes run when it’s pissing down, he recognises me as a fellow finely tuned athlete and gives me a wave and after four miles I get some feeling back in my hands which have just about warmed up and I think next time I’ll take my gloves and then another runner also recognises me as a fellow finely tuned athlete and smiles at me and I think other runners are friendlier when it’s raining, and then I’m under the bridge and out of Hackney Marshes and I run up the steep bit for the first time ever and pass the stables and over the footbridge and then I’m back out on the road and when I get through the bread factories I’ve done 10k and I need to do another mile and I go up to the sports field but there’s about a million people in there playing football so I go round the edge and into the park and half a lap of the park later I’ve done 7 miles and am back to where I was in my schedule before I got injured, hurrah.

Today’s route

Stats
Distance: 7.05 miles
Time: 1:18:27
Pace: 11.07
Calories: 637
Weather: pissing down
Cows moved: 6
Building works over marshes: 1
Three legged dogs: 1
Runners being friendly: 2
Music
Faith No More
The Cure
Belle and Sebastian
Devo
Polyphonic Spree
Jamiroquai
Rollins Band
Rolling Stones
Stereo Total
Hole
Marc Almond
Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster
Daisy Chainsaw
Ween

I am feeble

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I wake up late after dreaming about Bobby Conn jumping into the sea from 100s of feet up in the air and a cute man in a wheelchair and I spend a couple of hours putting off going for a run and thinking I could go tomorrow instead and I check the weather forecast as today’s weather is looking very nice indeed from the window in my spare room and the weather forecast for tomorrow is rain although that could be rubbish as the weather forecast for today is cloudy and all I can see is blue skies and I think I’d better go for a run today, it looks like the weather for it and I’ll be pissed off if I put it off ’til tomorrow and then it’s raining and I plot a route on the gmap-pedometer website to see how far it is up Tottenham Marshes and back and it’s six miles and I think cool, I’ll do that and I think I’ll make today a leisurely run and take my camera and I eventually get out the door at about 11 and I haven’t even gone a mile and I’ve stopped to walk and I think why am I so tired? and I think it’s nearly lunchtime and I’m hungry, maybe I should just go home and get some lunch and I remember I ran at lunchtime once before when I had a week off work and I was feeble then too and I manage to run a bit more but then I stop again and I think I’m going to have to go home, this is no good and I get to where the cows live and think I might as well take a picture while I’m here.

And I get over the boardwalk and I think I should run again but I think there’s a steep bit in a minute and I don’t do steep bits so I might as well wait ’til I’m back on the path and I get to the path and run again and then stop again and I’m thinking about my lunch and what to have and I’m inspired by Londonjogger who made a vegetable soup the other day and I think I have some swede left from last night’s veggie shepherd’s pie, I wonder what swede soup would be like and I’ve got some green lentils left too, I can chuck them in and then I think I’ve got some split green peas, they can go in and also there’s some black eyed beans to use up and I think yay, that sounds like a nice soup and I will eat well today and have an early night and get up early and go for a proper run, not like today’s feeble effort and as I go past the stables I take a photo of the horses so they don’t feel left out

and then I run/walk the rest of the way home and make soup and try and decide whether to dye my hair mystic violet or cyber purple.  I think it’s going to be cyber purple.

Stats:
Distance: 3.10 miles
Time: 42:08
Pace: 13:34
Calories: 260
Cows: 6
Horses: 2
Soups: 1
Music:
New Model Army
Death House Chaplin
Stereo Total
Devo
MAP
Citizen Fish
Junior Senior
Faith No More
Subhumans
The Libertines
The Cribs

An extra mile

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I wake up to the fake sunrise and hear something going bleep bleep bleep downstairs and I think what’s that? and I realise it’s my watch alarm and I wonder why I don’t hear it every morning and I realise that that’s because it’s Saturday and usually I have my alarm clock bleeping at me and my mobile alarm bleeping at me and I get up after a restless night of dreams of grey furry hats, grey fleeces, orange umbrellas and male rape and my quilt’s half on the floor and I think I’m too tired to go for a run and I think I have to go for a run, I even forsook my Friday night bottle of wine so I could get up early and I think but I always get up early on a Saturday anyway and then I think I’ve got lots and lots of things to do this weekend and I think but I have already organised everything I’m going to do in my head and my time is accounted for including going out for a four mile run first thing Saturday and then I think I don’t even want to do a stupid half-marathon anyway, I’m not going to be able to put the training in, what’s going to happen when I have to do a ten mile run and I’m going to have to be out of the house for about two hours? and I think oh well I don’t have to think about that at the mo and I think it’s only 8:20, I should go now while it’s still quite early and then I think I need more songs on my iPod so I waste some more time putting songs on my iPod and then I think I need The Cure on my iPod too and I look to see how many Cure songs I have and it’s 144 and I think bollocks, that’ll take ages to load and I really want to leave the house now so I don’t bother with The Cure and I eventually make it out of the house at 9:00 and go to do my four mile route and I also decide to go without my camera, eek, and I get to the marshes and as I approach where the cows live I’m hoping they’re not standing up waving and pulling funny faces just because they know I haven’t got my camera with me but they’re not, they’re just standing around doing their usual cow thing and I decide to run up to the marina which is a way I haven’t gone before and I can’t see the bridge and the marshes look never ending and then I get to the bridge and the boats and I can see into someone’s kitchen and it looks really cosy and they’ve got a washing machine and I think I really really want to live on a boat and I think I could live on a boat and make jewellery and I think that would really suit me then I wouldn’t have to deal with annoying people in offices and I’m running alongside the river and a woman is running towards me on the same side and I think oh shit, I wonder if I can force her to move to the other side, I don’t want to go near the water’s edge, I might fall in and she does move and then a cyclist comes along and I think I’m certainly not moving for a cyclist and he moves and then another cyclist comes along and I wonder if my luck with people moving out of the way has run out and I think it has as he’s hugging the side and I think well I’m not moving but he doesn’t look like he’s moving either so I think I could either get run over or get on to the verge so I move out of his way and the wanker doesn’t even bother to say thank you and then I get to the bridge that has Tottenham Marshes on the other side and I think the last time I was up here was in July at my last race and after that I couldn’t hardly walk for two months and I think was that really only three months ago? it seems ages ago and it was nice and sunny then and I got sunburnt and that must have been the only hot day of the year and then I’m back on the street and I get to the tube station and my Garmin says I’ve done 4 miles exactly and I think oh shit, I was only meant to do 4 miles and I’m about a mile from my house and I think never mind, it’s all downhill from here, I’ll just do another mile and I think my house must be in a dip as whichever way I approach it, it’s down a hill and I think that means that if there’s a flood, my house will be submerged and I think that doesn’t sound like a good thing and then there’s a man walking in front of me and he turns round and moves to the side and I think don’t bother mate, I’m going so slowly I’m never going to catch you up and then he gets to a tree and stops to let me get past so I feel obliged to speed up so he can get on his way and I just about manage to say thanks and then I’m half a mile from home and think now I can spend all day staring at code and customising my new online jewellery shop, which at the mo looks like it’s going to consist purely of bracelets as I made another one last night

and then I’m home after doing my longest run for ages and ages, hurrah.

Today’s route

Stats
Distance: 4.91 miles
Time: 52:52
Pace: 10:45
Calories: 451
Cyclists getting out of my way: 1
Cyclists not getting out of my way: 1
Music
The Twang
Muse
The Polyphonic Spree
Hole
Black Wire
The Damned

TFI Saturday

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I get up earlyish and waste two hours doing nothing at all really and eventually go to get changed into running gear and the trousers I put on have a red stripe on them and I pull out a green t-shirt and I think red and green should not be seen, and wonder if I should put on a different t-shirt but I think bollocks to it, it’s only a bit of red, I’m sure it’ll be ok and I put a sock on and it’s inside out and inside out is unlucky but changing it so it’s not inside out anymore is even more unlucky and I don’t want to go over the marshes and be unlucky so I’m not sure what to do so I take it off and put other socks on instead making sure that they’re not inside out and and I go downstairs and wonder why I’m so superstitious and superstitions are all rubbish anyway and if I was that superstitious why did I get a black cat and I go over the marshes and run alongside the river and there’s a heron in my path and I stop to take its photo but it flies off  and I get to where the cows live and I think ha, you can’t fly off and I take their photo whether they like it or not.

And I go past the stables and back to the path leading up to the footbridge and there’s a screech behind me and I turn round and there’s a cyclist about two inches away from me and I jump and he smiles and says sorry and I move to let him get past and I get over the bridge and up the not very reassuringly named Black Path and I want to walk and I think no no no no walking, it’s not far to go now and I stop to walk and I think no no no no walking and I start running again and I get home and think yay, I’ve got two days to do nothing but learn jewellery making and php but then I remember I’ve got some website work to do and I think oh shit.

Stats:
Distance: 3.23  miles
Time: 37:27
Pace: 11:35
Calories: 313
Herons: 1
Cows: 6
Cyclists 2″ away from me: 1
Music:
Bobby Conn
The Divine Comedy
Hole
Babes in Toyland
Manic Street Preachers
Jeff Buckley
Citizen Fish
Long Blondes
Garbage
The Holloways

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