Wednesday runs or mid-weeks runs are generally the second longest run in the training schedule and for me that is how it is.
A lovely warm night with little to no wind I leave ti till later on to go for a run and have the great company of a training partner on their bike, cycling along with me.
Out the door, foot to the floor
As I head out the door I begin putting one foot in front of the other, had I put one foot behind the other I would be running backwards, lol. I dont have any pace in mind just the intention of getting the miles in as it is still early on in the training schedule. Down the hill is always a good start and I figure by the time I reach the bottom of it and start the climb up over Strawberrybank I will have slowed down some what. I reach the bottom of the hill and begin the assent over Strawberrybank, about half ways up I pass two people walking, on the other side of the road. lightly bigger than the average girl in the street, wearing tight, tight denam shorts that have somewhat all but dissapeared at the rear. The shout over the road, something about me running and being daft and something about my cycling compain and how we were taking part in physical activty, the thought ent through my mind that maybe if said persons took part in slightly morre activity than they done they may not be lying at the side of the road as people through buckets of water over them mistaking them for lost orca. I push on and bit my tongue, afetr all its only taken me 40 years to begin to be rude, these two have got it down to a fine art and are lucky if they are half my age.
You would think that not much would happen within the first mile of a run, but already you have seen that this is not the case and I have to say I aint finished yet. Desending the other side of Strawberrybank, I naviagte the roundabout at the bottom and head to the right. As I move freely; cause yes I am, I have still managed to maintain my fast go floor speed from the door; I find i have to suddenly weaave my way round some Old Bowling Pensioners, who ran across the road from the bowling club and suddenly decided to stop right in my path and light up a cigarette. Now i wouldn't mind so much had the path been narrow but at this point the path is double normal size, they managed to take up all of it and then they decided to blow there smoke right into my face as i ran towards them. Yes they saw me as they were facing my dorection to shelter from the sudden gust of wind that pushed up the street against me. With everything going on I was hoping that mile two wont be so busy.
Into Mile Two I take you
Turning under the bridge and into mile two I hope that I can have sometime to run for fun and I am glad to say i am blessed as nothing much happens. I am still plodding along at my previously from the start pace; or close enough to it, so that it feels like I am. Heading along the road with my cycling companion we receive some strange lloks from folks as they pass us by, a fella in a motor was looking so much that he started to drift on to the wrong side of the road and a fella walking down the road fell off the end o a curb as he was staring over.
Heading up the road I cross a junction, just an ordinary junction but there is a cyclist approaching it who was going slightly fast on the approach and clearly no paying attention to the road, seeing as he nearly ran into me as I crossed. As I head down the hill and away from the junction I have travelled probably about 300m and feeling good and who swans past with a stupid grin and laughter in his voice direccted at me but the guy on the bike; now i dont know about you, although it would be great to run at a sustained pace and speed where they couldn't, I would begin to worry if a cyclist wasn't readily able to pass me on a bike when I am out running, even if he does look like something from 'Last of the Summer Wine' in his flannel trousers and bike clips. Funny thing was though about another 300 - 400m up the road I cought up with him just as he was leaving a roundabout and almost cought him on the uphill on the other side of the roundabout, if I never had to turn right as he went straight on.
Heading into Mile Four
As I said I turned right and Mr cyclist went straight on, I came to a sudden stop as the wind was blowing down the street right into ma face, from here its an easy non-eventful run for the next 1 1/2miles where I have a short stop as my friend has to call in and collect a parcel from the sort office. Having stopped I begin to stiffen up already and when I try to start running again I find that i have developed wooden planks instead of legs. They dont move as well as they should, but I force it on and quickly lossen off and pick the pace up to what I feel is the same as it was.
Mile 5 makes me smile, mile six makes me sick
So taking it head on I try to maintain the pace and as I approach 5 miles I smile inside as I know a few things, I have done well so far, I will be able to hold this pace till the end and that end will only be about a mile up the road. Pushing on I cross the road and my cycling companion is held up at the crossing, I am a good distance up the road and a few turns later before I have been cought back up. With three quatrets of a mile to go I again slip away from my cycling friend as we cross a road but am quickly cought this time, but suddenly my own cycling companion turns into an ass and speeds free wheeling down a hill past me going 'weeee' they have joined the ranks of 'ass cyclist' these are different from proper cyclists who realise that they can and do move faster than runners, as apposed to those cyclists who find it entertaining to pass cyclists. who are different from the boys last night who were making it a challenge :).
Mile six is truley been and I felt a little sick and green, the pace I run begins to tell, now it feels like bloody hell.
My pace is slowly catching up on me and I have got a wee bit further to go, I push on regardless and the sick feeling disipates; which is a good thing in so many ways, which I will not boar you with. as we pass through into the seventh mile we are met once again by our Orca friends coming in the opposite direction and heading towards us, they havent obtained any mannors however as they decide to take up the whole path as well as the cycle part, laugh and snigger and force my cycling friend onto the road in the path of oncomming traffic.
Up the Hill I have had my fill, I trundle on and stop in a bundle, I stop my garmin and look at the harm din, Fast I see the pace did be, The time I ran was good for me.
Tonights distance is 6.79 miles
Weekly total is 16.29 miles
Moggie's Mony Money Miles miles is 47.13 miles
A lovely warm night with little to no wind I leave ti till later on to go for a run and have the great company of a training partner on their bike, cycling along with me.
Out the door, foot to the floor
As I head out the door I begin putting one foot in front of the other, had I put one foot behind the other I would be running backwards, lol. I dont have any pace in mind just the intention of getting the miles in as it is still early on in the training schedule. Down the hill is always a good start and I figure by the time I reach the bottom of it and start the climb up over Strawberrybank I will have slowed down some what. I reach the bottom of the hill and begin the assent over Strawberrybank, about half ways up I pass two people walking, on the other side of the road. lightly bigger than the average girl in the street, wearing tight, tight denam shorts that have somewhat all but dissapeared at the rear. The shout over the road, something about me running and being daft and something about my cycling compain and how we were taking part in physical activty, the thought ent through my mind that maybe if said persons took part in slightly morre activity than they done they may not be lying at the side of the road as people through buckets of water over them mistaking them for lost orca. I push on and bit my tongue, afetr all its only taken me 40 years to begin to be rude, these two have got it down to a fine art and are lucky if they are half my age.
You would think that not much would happen within the first mile of a run, but already you have seen that this is not the case and I have to say I aint finished yet. Desending the other side of Strawberrybank, I naviagte the roundabout at the bottom and head to the right. As I move freely; cause yes I am, I have still managed to maintain my fast go floor speed from the door; I find i have to suddenly weaave my way round some Old Bowling Pensioners, who ran across the road from the bowling club and suddenly decided to stop right in my path and light up a cigarette. Now i wouldn't mind so much had the path been narrow but at this point the path is double normal size, they managed to take up all of it and then they decided to blow there smoke right into my face as i ran towards them. Yes they saw me as they were facing my dorection to shelter from the sudden gust of wind that pushed up the street against me. With everything going on I was hoping that mile two wont be so busy.
Into Mile Two I take you
Turning under the bridge and into mile two I hope that I can have sometime to run for fun and I am glad to say i am blessed as nothing much happens. I am still plodding along at my previously from the start pace; or close enough to it, so that it feels like I am. Heading along the road with my cycling companion we receive some strange lloks from folks as they pass us by, a fella in a motor was looking so much that he started to drift on to the wrong side of the road and a fella walking down the road fell off the end o a curb as he was staring over.
Heading up the road I cross a junction, just an ordinary junction but there is a cyclist approaching it who was going slightly fast on the approach and clearly no paying attention to the road, seeing as he nearly ran into me as I crossed. As I head down the hill and away from the junction I have travelled probably about 300m and feeling good and who swans past with a stupid grin and laughter in his voice direccted at me but the guy on the bike; now i dont know about you, although it would be great to run at a sustained pace and speed where they couldn't, I would begin to worry if a cyclist wasn't readily able to pass me on a bike when I am out running, even if he does look like something from 'Last of the Summer Wine' in his flannel trousers and bike clips. Funny thing was though about another 300 - 400m up the road I cought up with him just as he was leaving a roundabout and almost cought him on the uphill on the other side of the roundabout, if I never had to turn right as he went straight on.
Heading into Mile Four
As I said I turned right and Mr cyclist went straight on, I came to a sudden stop as the wind was blowing down the street right into ma face, from here its an easy non-eventful run for the next 1 1/2miles where I have a short stop as my friend has to call in and collect a parcel from the sort office. Having stopped I begin to stiffen up already and when I try to start running again I find that i have developed wooden planks instead of legs. They dont move as well as they should, but I force it on and quickly lossen off and pick the pace up to what I feel is the same as it was.
Mile 5 makes me smile, mile six makes me sick
So taking it head on I try to maintain the pace and as I approach 5 miles I smile inside as I know a few things, I have done well so far, I will be able to hold this pace till the end and that end will only be about a mile up the road. Pushing on I cross the road and my cycling companion is held up at the crossing, I am a good distance up the road and a few turns later before I have been cought back up. With three quatrets of a mile to go I again slip away from my cycling friend as we cross a road but am quickly cought this time, but suddenly my own cycling companion turns into an ass and speeds free wheeling down a hill past me going 'weeee' they have joined the ranks of 'ass cyclist' these are different from proper cyclists who realise that they can and do move faster than runners, as apposed to those cyclists who find it entertaining to pass cyclists. who are different from the boys last night who were making it a challenge :).
Mile six is truley been and I felt a little sick and green, the pace I run begins to tell, now it feels like bloody hell.
My pace is slowly catching up on me and I have got a wee bit further to go, I push on regardless and the sick feeling disipates; which is a good thing in so many ways, which I will not boar you with. as we pass through into the seventh mile we are met once again by our Orca friends coming in the opposite direction and heading towards us, they havent obtained any mannors however as they decide to take up the whole path as well as the cycle part, laugh and snigger and force my cycling friend onto the road in the path of oncomming traffic.
Up the Hill I have had my fill, I trundle on and stop in a bundle, I stop my garmin and look at the harm din, Fast I see the pace did be, The time I ran was good for me.
Tonights distance is 6.79 miles
Weekly total is 16.29 miles
Moggie's Mony Money Miles miles is 47.13 miles
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