By myself on a rainy road
Had a lovely run this morning. Poor SO is still dying with his cold, so I got up at daylight (8ish), dressed in the warm running tights, base layer, and long sleeved teeshirt and headed out the door. Came back 30 seconds later to shed the baselayer and retrieve the flurescent belt; it was very mild but drizzling.
Set off on a 3.5 mile loop which has an option of extending by a couple of miles. It's hilly, and best done on days like this when there's little traffic as the first 1.5 miles are along a busy dual carriageway. But after that, I'm on narrow Irish lanes. I trotted along, watching the shine of the road, and how the crows scattered at my approach, and the view over the ridged fields down over the town. At the decision point, I decided to do the extra couple of miles, which is a fairly steep uphill and then the corresponding downhill. I plugged up the uphill, but at the top, with the long swoop of road before me I simply flew down.
The final mile is along the very undulating Dummy's Lane, between the hedgerows of sloes and rosehips, past the house where the little Jack Russell terrier always comes out to run (and bark) with me for a couple of hundred yards, down to the dip where in spring there are wild yellow irises and marshy sedgegrass, and into the twisty part where the trees meet overhead. Coming back out onto the main road, three draught horses galloped to and fro alongside me in their field.
And so home, to three boisterous dogs, and a snoring SO.
5.5 miles in 53.35 minutes.
Set off on a 3.5 mile loop which has an option of extending by a couple of miles. It's hilly, and best done on days like this when there's little traffic as the first 1.5 miles are along a busy dual carriageway. But after that, I'm on narrow Irish lanes. I trotted along, watching the shine of the road, and how the crows scattered at my approach, and the view over the ridged fields down over the town. At the decision point, I decided to do the extra couple of miles, which is a fairly steep uphill and then the corresponding downhill. I plugged up the uphill, but at the top, with the long swoop of road before me I simply flew down.
The final mile is along the very undulating Dummy's Lane, between the hedgerows of sloes and rosehips, past the house where the little Jack Russell terrier always comes out to run (and bark) with me for a couple of hundred yards, down to the dip where in spring there are wild yellow irises and marshy sedgegrass, and into the twisty part where the trees meet overhead. Coming back out onto the main road, three draught horses galloped to and fro alongside me in their field.
And so home, to three boisterous dogs, and a snoring SO.
5.5 miles in 53.35 minutes.