Category: Jogging

Commutation ticket

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I slacked last week.  I slacked and slacked and slacked and then I slacked some more.  In fact I slacked so much I even decided not to do my usual long(ish) Saturday run, preferring instead to lie in and then dye my hair and make a necklace.

So this week I decided to unslack myself and do my running-home-from-work-thing which I can no longer call a running commute.  Because it isn’t one.  Trivia time, feel free to skip this bit:  A commutation ticket was the American name for a season ticket.  The word “commuter” replaced “season ticket holder” in the 1950s and by 1960, it was so popular that it was confusingly used to cover anyone travelling to and from work.  (Thank you “Queuing for Beginners” by Joe Moran for this information).  So, because I’m such a pedant, I can no longer call it a running commute.  Just as well a running-home-from-work-thing is just as catchy.

Still, off I go on my running-home-from-work-thing and I decide to walk until my Garmin gets a signal which is just as I get to the only hill in Central London; who thought it was a good idea to put a hill in Farringdon?  And I run up the hill and get round the corner and my knees are stiff and I think uh oh, this is going to be difficult, maybe I should have gone out for a walk at lunchtime instead of reading about the history of the desk and queuing and I get to Angel which is as usual full of people annoying me by trying to give me a free newspaper or leaflets about Salsa lessons or whatever it was the people in yellow were trying to give me or idiots not looking where they’re going because they’re texting or lighting cigarettes and I wonder how many more times I’m going to call someone a prick on my way home and I think it’s probably a habit I should get out of before I get to Hackney because that could have some serious repercussions and as I’m going down Essex Road there’s a man in front of me reading the paper and I can see the headline and it says CYCLISTS V LORRIES: DEBATE or something like that and I think what about PEDESTRIANS V CYCLISTS?  Are we supposed to be feeling sorry for cyclists? and I think I would have more sympathy for the squished cyclists if they stopped trying to squish pedestrians and I manage to make it to the end of Essex Road without walking and I’m wondering if I can make it to the end of Balls Pond Road and way hey I do and I think uh oh, round the corner is where I always always always want to – and usually do – stop.  But I carry on round the where I usually stop bit and go past the smelly shop and over the zebra and then Haircut 100 comes on and I think shit, will I have to admit to that on my blog? and I get past Hackney Downs station and I still haven’t stopped to walk and then I get to the steep bit and I think uh oh, it’s a steep bit then I think it’s just psychological, I can walk up hills really slowly climb up mountains, just get on with it and I do just get on with it and then I get to the flat bit and I think almost at Murder Mile, not far to go now and just as I’m approaching Murder Mile a man is smiling at me and saying something but I can’t hear what he’s saying and although he looks friendly enough I’d really rather people didn’t approach me on Murder Mile and then I’m going down the road that has half of the pavement as a cycle lane and a cyclist comes from behind and I watch him to make sure he doesn’t veer off over the white line and onto the people bit of pavement but he doesn’t and then I’m going up the path and before I get there a cyclist goes in and I think wait for me,  you can save me from any psychopaths but he’s too quick and has gone and I wonder if there’s anyone working in the factories and how loud can I scream and I think probably not very loud if I get a knife stuck in my throat, I’d probably just gurgle a bit and I wonder how loud I can gurgle and then I think I shouldn’t be thinking things like that and stop being paranoid anyway and then as I’m going round the corner someone comes up from behind me and I jump but it’s only a cyclist and I don’t have to practice my gurgling skills and then I’m home and I’ve run the whole way home without walking for the first time in about a year.  Yay.

Splits

Stats:
Distance: 6.18 miles
Time: 1:12:28
Pace: 11:44
Calories: 610
Music:
Black Kids
MGMT
Haircut 100
Dexys Midnight Runners
Radiohead
Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster
Ian Brown
Panic At The Disco
Seahorses
The Police
Blondie

RSI (repetitive song injury)

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I’m undertaking another of my I’m-giving-up-something-for-a-month challenges and this month’s challenge is not to drink any alcohol or eat anything nice such as crisps, chocolate, cakes or pizza.  Gasp.  Although this is a lightweight challenge as Saturdays and the occasional Wednesday are excluded, as suggested by Shaun who although he said I should have something to look forward to, I think he probably meant that I’d be a miserable cow without drinking and eating pizza and he’d have to put up with me.  Hmm.

Still, day one of not drinking any alcohol or eating pizza, crisps, chocolate or cakes went without a hitch yesterday and I sat at home thoroughly enjoying my glass of water and not missing pizza at all and I had an early night and got up bright and early to start my half marathon training.  Which is in four weeks.  Oops.

I get to Springfield Park and wonder if I can run up the hill and I think of course I can, I can walk up mountains and so I run up the hill and stop after about two feet and walk the rest of the steep bit.  Wimp.  At the top of the hill is a man on a bench and I wonder if I should be scared and then I decide he’s just a man on a bench and therefore there’s no reason to be scared and I go round the park and go along the towpath by the houses so I’m not tempted to stop and look at the cows as today is going to be a serious training run day without any of that stopping for cow based photo emergencies thing and as I’m going alongside the river past the sex change pub three cyclists come along side by side and I think are you going to go single file or what and let me get through? and they don’t, they stay side by side and I have to go onto the verge close to the river but I manage not to fall into the river and they go past me and don’t bother saying thank you and I think next time a cyclist comes along I’m not going to get out of their way and they can fall into the river and two more cyclists come along and they do go single file and no one has to fall into the river and I’m wondering why the same four songs keep playing on my iPod and then I realise that when I downloaded the latest version of iTunes it stopped my Shuffle from updating and I think bollocks, I’ve got another four miles to go and only four songs and not even good songs, bollocks and I wonder if it’s possible to get repetitive song injury and I get to the edge of the marshes and there’s a couple of kids hanging around by the gate and I wonder if I should be scared and I realise they’re about seven years old and I think no, I’m not scared of seven year olds and then I think they can’t be seven, are seven year olds allowed out on their own? and I think probably not and I wonder how old I was before I was allowed out on my own and I think it was probably about 28 and I get to the car park and there’s a police van leaving and I think don’t leave, stay here and protect me in the foresty bit but the police van drives off and I go through the foresty bit and out towards the bridge and two runners overtake me and they’re talking and I’m thinking shut up, I don’t want to hear people talking and the council have been to collect the skipfull load of rubbish that someone dumped over there last weekend and it’s all clean again and I run up the steep bit and get to the stables and I think it’s going to be less than seven miles when I get home and I get home and I’ve only done 6.6 miles and I think will that do? and I think no it won’t do, I have to do seven miles and so I do a lap of the park and then I’ve done 7 miles for the first time in a long, long time.

Splits

Stats:
Distance: 7.2 miles
Time: 1:18:57
Pace: 10:58 minute/mile
Calories: 713
Music:
Belle & Sebastian
Janes Addiction
Bikini Kill
Duran Duran

Another running commute

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After a successfulish lunchtime buying walking up mountain clothing, successful in a yes I got some trousers and a jacket but yes they’re hideous kind of way, I leave my new purchases at work and head off for my running commute. I can’t be bothered to wait two thousand years for my Garmin to get a signal so I start to run before it’s got a signal and decide it can catch up with me which it does pretty soon and after .3 of a mile it starts to rain and I think hurrah, maybe there’ll be less people on the pavement but no, there’s still as many people about, they just have umbrellas that they’re trying to kill me with and I think why don’t you just get wet you lightweights and I’m going down Essex Road and there’s a cyclist on the pavement and I think OI, CYCLIST, GET OFF THE PAVEMENT and I would like to point out ONCE AGAIN that I don’t hate all cyclists, just the ones on the pavement and the ones who go through red lights and once again this morning I did my counting Bromptons thing and I saw 4, all black, and I carry on walking and running and getting wet and I get to Balls Pond Road and I think I’ll run down the other side of the road for a change and a change is as good as a rest and maybe it’ll be like being on holiday and I’m running down the different side of the road and I decide it’s not really like being on holiday, it’s just like running down the different side of the road, funny that, and I get to the bottom of the road and think do I want to go through Stamford Hill or do I want to go through Hackney and I decide to go through Hackney as it will be fun risking my life by dodging bullets and stuff and I get to Hackney Downs station and I think I want to get on the train instead but I’m a drowned rat and they probably won’t let me on the train and so I carry on and there’s another CYCLIST ON THE PAVEMENT and I think fuck off cyclist but I’m in Hackney so I only think fuck off cyclist, not say fuck off cyclist, and I get to the marshes and I go over the bridge but I can’t see the cows from where I am and I get home and I wonder why I bother attempting a running commute as I always end up walking most of it.

Stats
Distance: 6.54 miles
Time: 1:30:47
Pace: 13:53
Calories: 527
Hideous trousers for walking up mountains in: 2
Hideous jackets for walking up mountains in: 1
Cyclists on pavements: 2
Bromptons: 4 am / 6 pm

Return of the cows (and about bloody time too)

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I don’t do my running commute on Tuesday due to having run on Monday, and Wednesday night I’m in Kent counting sheep thus proving that a) I can count to 11; and b) Shaun isn’t lying when he says that there are usually more than three sheep at the bottom of his garden.

Thursday I’m too knackered to do my running commute due to not getting home ’til about 1am and Friday I’m not feeling well and even feel unwell enough to pass on a girly night out with free champagne but on the train home after work I’m doing my usual looking-out-of-the-window-to-see-if-the-cows-are-there thing and fuck, THE COWS ARE THERE!!!!! Woo and hoo indeed. At least, I think they’re cows as I haven’t got my glasses on but they definitely look like cow shaped lumps to me and I get a bottle of wine to celebrate the return of the cows and also some crisps and chocolate and I go home and drink wine and eat chocolate and crisps and get up this morning bright and early and remember the cows are there and so I head out and wait about sixteen hours for my Garmin to get a signal and I go and stand over the other side of the road to see if it’ll pick it up any better from there and I see a strange ladybird type bug thing that’s black with orange spots.

My Garmin springs into action by the time I’ve finished taking photos of the strange ladybird bug type thing with orange spots and I decide to take in Springfield Park as I’ve got to do seven miles this morning and when I get to the top of the hill that I walked up really really slowly sprinted up really really quickly I see two recycling bins pretending to be cows.

But they can’t fool me and I know they’re not real cows and so I continue on my quest to find some cows and I go over the boardwalk and look over to where the cows should be and I can’t see any cows and I walk a bit more and I still can’t see any cows and I think I’m going to cry or puff my cheeks out or stamp my feet or maybe even all three at the same time but then I think I can see some cow shaped lumps in the grass and then I see a tail waving and HOORAY THE COWS REALLY ARE BACK. Yee hah. And so I run up to where the cows are and there’s a man going towards the cows and I’m thinking get the fuck away from my cows now but he doesn’t get the fuck away from my cows and he goes over to the fence and I think that’s not fair, I want to stand there, that’s nearer the cows and then I wonder if I get my camera out will he fuck off and I get my camera out and he does indeed fuck off and I take pictures of the cows.

And this year’s cows are even meaner looking than last year’s cows.

And after I’ve finished looking at cows I remember I’m supposed to be half marathon training and so I say goodbye to the cows and continue on my run and I get back to the path by the river and there’s a man in running gear taking photos and I’m thinking oi, I’m the only runner over the marshes allowed to take photos and I wonder if he’s got a blog and I don’t know if he’s got a blog but he has got two bottles of water in his belt and I think two bottles of water? why do you need two bottles of water and I continue over the bridge and past the sex change pub and through the filterbeds and then I’m feeling a bit knackered and I stop to walk and two bottles of water man passes me and then he stops and takes a photo of some ducks and I see that actually he has four bottles of water and I think how thirsty can someone get? and as I get closer I see that actually it’s five bottles of water and I’m thinking fucking hell and I realise that it’s probably six bottles, three on each side and his t-shirt is covering the sixth bottle and I’m wondering if actually they’re all empty and he just can’t be arsed to take them out of the belt thing and he’s still taking photos of the river and I wonder if he’s doing the same route as me but when I get to the edge of the marshes he’s disappeared and I see this sign

and the pedant in me is pretty sure that it should be practising with an “s” not a “c” and then the pedant in me is also wondering why Golf has a capital “G” and then just to be really really pedantic, I’m thinking it’s not a park, it’s the marshes and wasn’t there anyone at Hackney Council who was involved in the process of making this sign born with more than half a brain cell and I’m thinking obviously not and I continue on my run and I get to the foresty bit and there’s a man fishing and I thought there was a sign to say no fishing and I’m thinking OI, MISTER, LEAVE THOSE FISH ALONE and I’m wondering whether I should take his photo and plaster it all over the internet, thus letting the whole of the world know that he’s a fish killer and I’m thinking it’s probably not worth it and I don’t think the Fish Killer of Hackney is really going to make front page news and so I carry on and I go over the bridge and a cyclist dismounts and I think bloody hell, a cyclist doing what they’re supposed to? Blimey. And it’s an old man on an orange and silver Brompton and I’ve been seeing so many Bromptons every day that yesterday I decided to start counting them but I only saw four on the way to work and two on the way back, which is nowhere near the dozen or so I saw on the way home on Thursday and then I get back to the stables and I need to do another mile and a half and I’m not a mile and a half from home so I decide to go back out the marshes the way I came in and I see two girls in pink running gear walking really slowly and I wonder if they’re training for a Race for Life and I look at my Garmin and I’m on 6.66 miles and then I wonder if Gary’s going to wear an Iron Maiden t-shirt tonight and then I think of course he is, I’ve never seen him wear anything else in the 15 years that I’ve known him and I wonder if Shaun’s going to wear his Slayer t-shirt like he said he was going to and I’ll have to be seen out in public with two heavy metal t-shirt wearing men, eek.

Stats
Distance: 7.9 miles
Time: 1:37:33
Pace: 12:21
Calories: 729
Ladybirds with orange spots: 1
Recycling bins pretending to be cows: 2
Cows not pretending to be recycling bins: 5
Men with six water bottles: 1
Signs with the correct spelling of the word “practising”: 0
Fish killers: 1
Bromptons: 1
Music
Franz Ferdinand
The Editors
Elastica
Siouxsie & The Banshees
Black Kids
Modest Mouse
Plain White Ts
Ash
Blondie
Metallica
Fort Minor
Nirvana
The Shins
Killing Joke
Jeff Buckley
The Seahorses
Blur
The Charlatans
Ben Folds Five

Slow six

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Somehow I manage to let myself be talked into sitting in a car for 7 hours, a moving car at that, forgetting how I’m scared of cars/roads/traffic/everything and we go down to Cornwall to visit Emily and Michael and we stay in a B&B owned by the weirdest couple ever

and we spend the evening in the pub and get up the next day and it’s raining like you’ve never seen rain before and we go round Emily’s and she says they’ve been trying to think of stuff to do while it’s raining and I say we can go and see the donkeys and Emily says you want to see the donkeys in the rain? and I say yes, we are hardcore, we can cope with a bit of rain and Emily being the hostess with mostess indulges me and says in that case we’re going to see the donkeys but I must warn you they’re not always there and I say they will be there today, they must be and so we go out in the horizontal rain and wind and I’m trying to think up a new word for torrential but fail miserably and after a couple of miles we see the donkeys.  Hurrah.

And then Emily says do you want to see the sea and I say yes and she says it’s in the opposite direction and I’m thinking that I’m already wringing wet and trying to forget that Shaun was right when he said it wasn’t worth me straightening my hair before coming out and that it’d only get wet and I say yes, let’s see the sea and so we go and see the sea

and there’s a big rock thing

and some smaller rock things that we have to climb over

and I’m glad I’ve got my new walking up mountain boots on and on the way back we see some cows

and they’re weird cows who stare at you like they’ve never seen people before and we get back soaking wet and go back to our hotel to dry out and then go to the pub with the cute cat that was sleeping on the table until we turned up

and then the next day we have to go home but before we go we go and take a look at Land’s End

which is a really tacky place although there is a handy sign to tell you to beware of cliffs

in case you were too stupid to notice them

and we leave Land’s End after about ten minutes, not sure if we got our £3 parking fee’s worth but we have a long drive ahead of us which is made marginally better by the field full of invisible monkeys and today I’ve got the day off and I decide that I really really need to start training for the half in October and I go out to attempt a six miler and woo hoo, I manage to do it without stopping, hurrah.

Cornwall walk route

Stats
Distance: 6.38 miles
Time: 1:09:27
Pace: 10:53
Calories: 631
Donkeys: 2
Cows: loads
Weird B&B owners: 2
Fields full of invisible monkeys: 1

Running commute number whatever

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I suppose I should have blogged Sunday’s cycle ride over the marshes (no, I don’t know how I got talked into getting on a bike either…) but as this is a r.u.n.n.i.n.g blog and not a c.y.c.l.i.n.g blog, I’m not going to. I’ll just gloat a bit about the fact I didn’t fall off. Not even when I went hurtling down a hill at about sixty five million miles an hour.

And so because it’s Tuesday, that means it’s running commute day and my Garmin picks up a signal in record time (for Central London that is, i.e. about 5 minutes instead of 15) and I manage to not get lost on the new half mile bit and I get to Kingsland High Road which has got to be the most boring and annoying street in the world to run down and I’m constantly being cut up by people crossing my path in their quest to get to the fried chicken or kebab shops and I find myself inexplicably drawn to Nandos and I’m so busy trying to look in there I run into the back of a woman and I say sorry and she smiles and I think she’s more tolerant than me as if someone was taking more notice of a chicken shop than where she was going I’d be a bit pissed off and especially if it was a vegan taking more notice of a chicken shop than where she was going and then I’m thinking I’ve gone too far as I’m sure the turning isn’t this far down the road and it seems like I’m going down the same road for ever and ever but I haven’t gone too far and I stop to walk up the steep bit but then decide I’d better get used to steep bits as what am I going to do when I’m stood at the bottom of Ben Nevis and think fuck it’s a hill and I’ve got to walk up it, and then another two mountains after that and so I run up the steep bit but only for about five seconds and I stop to walk and then I get to Spring Hill and run down it and I manage to run most of my commute for a change.

Stats
Distance: 6.65 miles
Time: 1:22:36
Pace: 12:26
Calories: 609
Music
Levellers
Cardiacs
Hole
B52s
Jamiroquai
Manic Street Preachers
Charlotte Hatherley

Raindance

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I wake up knackered and think bollocks to doing seven miles and I don’t actually have the energy to go for a run at all but I decide I can probably manage three miles and I can also do some cow investigating and I’m feeling paranoid so I grab my personal alarm and go outside and a man hands me a pizza menu and I think mmmmmmmmm pizza but I remember it’s Veganthon and put the pizza menu in the recycling bin and it’s hot and sunny and I’m thinking I’m going to boil as I’ve got a normal t-shirt on as I was too lazy to go downstairs and get a proper one even though obviously I had to go downstairs to go outside anyway and I get over the footbridge and have a heart attack as I run into a man coming round the corner but it’s just another runner and my heart attack reminds me that the mighty Tim Smith of Cardiacs had a cardiac arrest and GET WELL SOON TIM and if I ever join a band I’m going to make sure it’s called I’m Rich and Famous and Really Thin Too or something and after 1.2 miles I stop to walk and I think what the fuck? I can’t start walking after 1.2 miles so I start to run again and go through the scary bridge and a family comes over the hill and I decide they’re probably not the Axe Murdering Family Robinson or anything and I can see a big black raincloud and I think oh no, it’s going to rain and then I think hurrah, it’s going to rain and then I don’t have to do the garden as even Shaun can’t talk me into gardening in the rain and I can revert to Plan A which is Shaun does the garden while I watch through the window and provide tea and biscuits and then it starts to rain really heavily and I think hurrah, no gardening for me but by the time I get home the rain has stopped and the sun has come out again and I google for raindances but I’m not sure they’re going to work as all I can see is blue sky and a few fluffy white clouds.  Damn.

Stats
Distance: 2.95 miles
Time: 37:32
Pace: 12:43
Calories: 278
Cows: 0
Rainclouds: 1
Blue skies: 1
Fluffy white clouds: a few
Raindances: 1
Raindances that worked: 0
Music
Black Kids
The Killers
Polyphonic Spree

Old new running commute

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Although I get up this morning feeling unbelievably tired, I take my running kit to work with me so I can run home and I manage not to get lost on the .5 of a mile that takes me down a new route and then I’m back on my old commute route in Angel dodging the annoying free newspaper giver outers who are trying to give me a paper, like does it look like I want a paper you moron? and I go past the Banksy in Essex Road and down Balls Pond Road and then I have to decide if I want to go through Hackney and Murder Mile or through Stamford Hill and I decide to go through Stamford Hill as then I can run down Spring Hill and it will be fun and I need some fun as work just  isn’t funny at the moment due to my boss seemingly having been replaced by a power crazy 21 year old who I want to kill and probably will by the end of the week and I run down Spring Hill but it wasn’t that much fun really and then I go through the marina and I’m walking down the boring bit and people keep running past me and really this should inspire me to run but it doesn’t and I walk most of my commute because I am feeble.

Stats
Distance: 6.62 miles
Time: 1:33:39
Pace: 14:09
Calories: 533
Old new running commutes: 1
Power crazy 21 year olds: 1
Boring blog posts: 1

Newman Hilly 5 race report

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On Tuesday I got up half an hour before my alarm to get ready for my first day back in the rat race after being an unemployed pikey for a month although obviously I didn’t prepare for it by not drinking and having an early night, oh no. I prepared for it by drinking and staying up late. But because I am hardcore, so hardcore in fact that I can complete a Salomon XT Wings Challenge without wimping out and eating fast food instead, I pack my running stuff as I also have a race tonight of the non-rat variety and I go to work in our posh new offices and they let me in even though the offices are very posh and I am very Essex and everyone was expecting me and are very welcoming and I make it through the day and I get the tube to a mate’s house as he’s giving me a lift to the race as he lives up the road from it and he drops me off and says he’ll be back in a bit and I get to the start line and we’re going backwards and forwards and I don’t know which way the start is and I don’t want to be at the front so I keep moving backwards but then the back becomes the front so I move to the back again and then eventually everyone seems to be facing in the same direction and then it starts and off we go into the forest and I didn’t know it was going to be in a forest and I could have worn my trail shoes, maybe even the Salomon XT Wings ones that I got to do my 100 Miles Challenge in (which I successfully completed by the way) and it’s very hot but it’s quite shaded in the forest and then we come to a hilly bit and I don’t like hilly bits but I manage to run up the hilly bit and then as I get to the top of the hilly bit I can see another hilly bit and I think oh no, not another hilly bit but when I get there it’s actually quite flat and there’s a really nice downhill bit and I like that bit and there’s another hill and I walk up the hill as it’s really hot and I’m thinking either it’s quite dark in here or I should have worn my glasses or maybe I’m dehydrated and going to black out soon as all I can see is fuzzy black bits in front of my eyes and I’m still going up and down the hills although walking up the up bits and then I’m on my own with no one in front of me but this is because I’m way way at the back and not because I’m way way in the lead obviously and I come to a bit where there’s no marshal and I don’t know which way to go so I stop and look blank and a man comes along and he stops too and looks blank so we look at each other in a blank way but then another man comes along and points us in the right direction and we carry on and eventually I stop going up and down the hills and I finish and it’s not a PB but never mind, maybe on Sunday when I’ve got another race, that’s if Shaun doesn’t make the hypnotist in the pub on Saturday make me spend the rest of my life pretending I’m a chicken or something and my mate is late to see me over the finish line as usual but he eventually arrives and we go to the pub and because it’s Veganthon I order a jacket potato and beans which I have to veganise by asking for no butter and no salad dressing and today is Thursday which means I have been vegan for three days. Hurrah. Just don’t ask me how my tee-totalathon is going.

Route

Splits

Stats
Distance: 5.08 miles
Time: 52:20
Pace: 10:18
Calories: 432
Uphills: lots
Downhills: 1
Friends turning up on time: 0
Veganised jacket potatoes with beans: 1
Veganthons completed: 3/31

The end of Juneathon 2008

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My trip to Cornwall didn’t quite go as planned due to our glorious June weather dumping fog on top of Newquay airport and therefore not allowing the plane to land but to divert to Bristol where they informed us they’d get us a coach to take us to Newquay but not until midnight so I call up my knight in shining armour who promptly jumps on his white charger (ok a black Jaguar [one which I promise to stop calling the Mike Baldwin car]) and comes to get me and drives me back to Kent. We get back at 10am and after a couple of hours sleep decide to go to the beach for a Juneathon walk

and I say will there be donkeys? and I’m told it’s unlikely and I say Emily promised me donkeys and so my knight in a Mike Baldwin car shining armour makes me a donkey.

As I have a suitcase full of clothes I decide to have my holiday in Kent instead of Cornwall and the next day we Juneathon by taking a walk in the countryside and although I had to do the walking in the road because there aren’t any pavements in the countryside thing, this is slightly made up for by the fact that I get taken to see cows

and when we get back, the sheep are out doing their sheep thing.

I head home for London and get up today, which is the last day of me being a lady of leisure as it’s a return to the rat race tomorrow and my Juneathon consists of a feeble run up to the Post Office to collect a vegan cookbook as my month of being vegan starts tomorrow.

Saturday’s route

Sunday’s route

Weekend’s stats:
Miles walked: 1.5 / 3.8
Time: 43:10 / 1:29:19
Trips to Cornwall: 0
Knights in shining armour: 1
Mike Baldwin cars: 1
Beaches: 1
Donkeys made out of pebbles and twigs: 1
Cows: a few
Sheep: a few but nowhere near 22

Today’s stats
Distance: 2.14 miles
Time: 27:02
Pace: 12:40 m/m
Calories: 166
Vegan cookbooks: 1

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