Enter Week Two
So afters yesterdays wee race I half expected to get up and be stiff this morning. I know you have hear me say that before and I followed it up with not being stiff, well today was the same although i had difficulty dragging my carcuss from under the duvet I was surprisingly feeling good.
Getting ready for work I really only wanted to go out for a run, but that would have to wait till later.
Later rolls in
Afte a good day at work I venture homw with the intent of heading out the door by four, but i sat down for a few minutes and i could feel my upper eye lids slowly sliding down my eye balls to form a nice tight seal with the lower eye lids. After a few attempts and a fight for domination between sleep and awake, I dragged myself from the chair and readied myself for a run in the sun. Now the sun a big gasious ball of hydrogen and other elements burning in the sky, it is good to see but it certainly brings things out in the open; it is no wonder the sun has been in hiding after all some of the things i saw tonight bareing body parts that only the mortitian should ever get to see, but thats for further down the page.
Sun, See and Weesh, Weesh I hadn't seen
So its out the door into the big wide world which is blessed with sun, sun and more sun. In days like this it is great to run it makes the training much more fun. I start at a gentle pace and head on up the road, I opt to stay on the side of the raod that is in the shade knowing fine well that the route I intend to take will be kissed with the sun for a fair part of it with no where to go but into its light. Barely half a mile into the run and it's the first of the seen and weeshed I hadn't moments. dressed up with, or maybe dressed down, wearing a 'boob tube' if I remember my fashion lingo and a mini skirt, both of which would appear to be several sizes too small for the person inside them. Clearly they felt they were gifted to the earth for the man of the world but the way they were talking to each other. I would say they were gifted to nowt, smelling like suntan cooking oil, browner than beef gravy and the the resulting outcome of the tight clothing made them look more a kin to sausages hanging up in a butchers shop and the middle pages of a 'Food Hamper' catalogue than the centre pages of Playboy magazine.
Heading on past the eye sore I am grateful of the shade, even here the heat is hotter than we have seen for a long time. There coming down the other side of the road as i go up is Graeme heading down the way, he is fair moving, glad I aint in that side of the street going in the same direction.
Beetroot and Sheep Waves
Pushing through the blistering heat I leave the sanctuary of the shade and appraoch a busy roundabout which only adds to the heat due to the congrigation of tin cgaes sitting waiting to escape the gravitational pull of the roundabout.. Sfaely navigated I sped off, well I went faster than a walk, into the yonder only to hear the 'toot toot, ta toot too' of a car blasting its horn, as i look round i see a face and a hand dancing at the side window of a car, in my general direction; I assume they must be waving at me, after all there is no one else around. I later find out who this car driving waver is. I turn off the main road and into the country roads, where peace from traffic is a great releif and adds to the joy of the run. I am plodding along when from out of no where a beetroot on a bike hurtles towards me; I can only assume it wasa beetroot as the thing was the darkest shade of purple you could ever imagine and didnt seem to be breathing either. Dodging quickly to the side I avoid becoming part of a tossed meat and beatroot salad. Still in one piece I take the steps and footbridge option to cross the river rather than the old ford, although having been tempted to take on several occations have never done so; one does not know the state of the ford way under the water. The fields are full of sheep and I am; well not sure if welcomed or otherwise; acknowledged with what I can only describe as a 'Mexican Baa', starting at one end the sheep Baa in succession in a continual wave along just in front of me.
Different in the sun
It is strange how things look so much different when the weather is nice and sunn as apposed to raining and ovr cast. The last time I ran this road it was just that, raining and over cast, however today the sky was clear and the view out over the fields and country side was further than I could run and much further than I would care to try to at the moment.
Looking back to the road in front of me it is an uphill slope, which in tonights light was actually looking good as apposed to looking hard in the dark, dankness of the rain and wind etc. It is at this moment I come across the second of the 'seen and weeshed' moments, there crossing the crest of the hill is a silouette of what I truly am not sure, as it approaches I see it is a cyclist; well to be honest I initially thought it was 2 cyclists cycling one behind the other but just to the side, transpires it was only one cyclist, slightly larger than the bike, it appeared they did not have a saddle upon which to rest. dooning the crest of the hill I make my decent; again in the light tonight it looks welcoming to the eye; easing down the hill I am moving ever closer to leaving the beautiful sights and the 'Mexican Baa' of the country behind, I cross the bridge over the dualcarrage way; which with the amount of traffic sounds more like a raging river then a free flowing road; I re-join civilasation. I press on with no further mis-haps or eye straining moments to arrive back at my start point having completed 4.81 miles.
This run tonight brings week 2 miles to 4.81 miles and Moggie's Miles to 35.15 miles in Total.
So afters yesterdays wee race I half expected to get up and be stiff this morning. I know you have hear me say that before and I followed it up with not being stiff, well today was the same although i had difficulty dragging my carcuss from under the duvet I was surprisingly feeling good.
Getting ready for work I really only wanted to go out for a run, but that would have to wait till later.
Later rolls in
Afte a good day at work I venture homw with the intent of heading out the door by four, but i sat down for a few minutes and i could feel my upper eye lids slowly sliding down my eye balls to form a nice tight seal with the lower eye lids. After a few attempts and a fight for domination between sleep and awake, I dragged myself from the chair and readied myself for a run in the sun. Now the sun a big gasious ball of hydrogen and other elements burning in the sky, it is good to see but it certainly brings things out in the open; it is no wonder the sun has been in hiding after all some of the things i saw tonight bareing body parts that only the mortitian should ever get to see, but thats for further down the page.
Sun, See and Weesh, Weesh I hadn't seen
So its out the door into the big wide world which is blessed with sun, sun and more sun. In days like this it is great to run it makes the training much more fun. I start at a gentle pace and head on up the road, I opt to stay on the side of the raod that is in the shade knowing fine well that the route I intend to take will be kissed with the sun for a fair part of it with no where to go but into its light. Barely half a mile into the run and it's the first of the seen and weeshed I hadn't moments. dressed up with, or maybe dressed down, wearing a 'boob tube' if I remember my fashion lingo and a mini skirt, both of which would appear to be several sizes too small for the person inside them. Clearly they felt they were gifted to the earth for the man of the world but the way they were talking to each other. I would say they were gifted to nowt, smelling like suntan cooking oil, browner than beef gravy and the the resulting outcome of the tight clothing made them look more a kin to sausages hanging up in a butchers shop and the middle pages of a 'Food Hamper' catalogue than the centre pages of Playboy magazine.
Heading on past the eye sore I am grateful of the shade, even here the heat is hotter than we have seen for a long time. There coming down the other side of the road as i go up is Graeme heading down the way, he is fair moving, glad I aint in that side of the street going in the same direction.
Beetroot and Sheep Waves
Pushing through the blistering heat I leave the sanctuary of the shade and appraoch a busy roundabout which only adds to the heat due to the congrigation of tin cgaes sitting waiting to escape the gravitational pull of the roundabout.. Sfaely navigated I sped off, well I went faster than a walk, into the yonder only to hear the 'toot toot, ta toot too' of a car blasting its horn, as i look round i see a face and a hand dancing at the side window of a car, in my general direction; I assume they must be waving at me, after all there is no one else around. I later find out who this car driving waver is. I turn off the main road and into the country roads, where peace from traffic is a great releif and adds to the joy of the run. I am plodding along when from out of no where a beetroot on a bike hurtles towards me; I can only assume it wasa beetroot as the thing was the darkest shade of purple you could ever imagine and didnt seem to be breathing either. Dodging quickly to the side I avoid becoming part of a tossed meat and beatroot salad. Still in one piece I take the steps and footbridge option to cross the river rather than the old ford, although having been tempted to take on several occations have never done so; one does not know the state of the ford way under the water. The fields are full of sheep and I am; well not sure if welcomed or otherwise; acknowledged with what I can only describe as a 'Mexican Baa', starting at one end the sheep Baa in succession in a continual wave along just in front of me.
Different in the sun
It is strange how things look so much different when the weather is nice and sunn as apposed to raining and ovr cast. The last time I ran this road it was just that, raining and over cast, however today the sky was clear and the view out over the fields and country side was further than I could run and much further than I would care to try to at the moment.
Looking back to the road in front of me it is an uphill slope, which in tonights light was actually looking good as apposed to looking hard in the dark, dankness of the rain and wind etc. It is at this moment I come across the second of the 'seen and weeshed' moments, there crossing the crest of the hill is a silouette of what I truly am not sure, as it approaches I see it is a cyclist; well to be honest I initially thought it was 2 cyclists cycling one behind the other but just to the side, transpires it was only one cyclist, slightly larger than the bike, it appeared they did not have a saddle upon which to rest. dooning the crest of the hill I make my decent; again in the light tonight it looks welcoming to the eye; easing down the hill I am moving ever closer to leaving the beautiful sights and the 'Mexican Baa' of the country behind, I cross the bridge over the dualcarrage way; which with the amount of traffic sounds more like a raging river then a free flowing road; I re-join civilasation. I press on with no further mis-haps or eye straining moments to arrive back at my start point having completed 4.81 miles.
This run tonight brings week 2 miles to 4.81 miles and Moggie's Miles to 35.15 miles in Total.
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