My running days follow a well worn routine, Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays. Generally, I try to avoid over indulging the day before and so Mondays are usually meat and alcohol free.
Yesterday’s plans went a little awry when the meat-free mushroom omelette ended up in the kitchen sink, after my unsuccessful attempt at flipping it out of the pan onto the plate. Someone please tell me why I decided to do that over a sink? – oh and the sink was full of washing up water. Ever tried scooping up a mushroom omelette out of soapy water? Fairy Liquid bubbles on mushrooms – lovely. As the lunchtime rations had been severely curtailed (I had no more eggs), dinner was a wholemeal pastry cauliflower cheese flan.
Well the wholemeal pastry was certainly filling, but then so is concrete and I don’t think we will be eating either ever. Meat-free Monday, not my best effort. Would alcohol-free fare any better? I am rather partial to Mon Cheri liqueur cherries and so we had 2 with evening coffee – I’d forgotten about the alcohol content. All in all, a pretty useless attempt at healthy living.
Out on today’s run, (my legs were a little stiff yesterday after Sunday’s long run and fastest km time) – warm up walk down the Slope of Hope, past the barking balcony house – yup one dog barks, yup I jump up and yup I tell him to eff off. Into the Hill that Kills, my music is not right so an impromptu stop to get Tom Petty on and then I continue.
On my way towards Lovers’ Lane, I can hear a rumble behind me. I always run towards oncoming traffic, on the basis that I think it is better for me to see who is trying to run me down. The rumble is getting closer and I adopt the Londoner attitude, nose in the air, continue running and ignore it. But I can actually feel the ground quiver so I look over my shoulder and yes I am being followed by a dirty great off-road vehicle, yes they are driving on the wrong side of the road, but they don’t appear to be in any hurry. Aha, that’s because they are going off-road into the field and I am standing pretty much in the middle of their chosen entry point, I put my hand up to thank them and move swiftly on. ( I say swiftly, it wasn’t at all, it was really rather ‘snail’y)
Down Lovers’ Lane towards Villa Bali, usual loop, I pass a lady who is contemplating something, she says buongiorno, so do I and move on, back to do my usual loop and for the second time I run around and pass her (she is still contemplating whatever it was she was contemplating last time) – on this pass by mutual agreement we don’t say a word.
For whatever reason today my legs feel a little heavy, and whilst in principle I was aiming to do 8.5km, in my head I was thinking 5 or 6km would be fine., so I decided on a gentle downward run to finish. Normally runners suffer from the toxic tens – which is the time when you are running anaerobically. Today I was suffering from the ‘effing’ 4 and 5s. At the 4km stage, I was running like Mrs Overall, so I thought I’d plod onto 6km and finish.
Onto the Bendy, Scary Road and in the distance I see the caramel chic podista – this is the lady that I have seen a couple of times before. Today she is dressed in a black sleeveless crop top, with black capris – usual gleaming caramel skin and swooshy ponytail. Me full-length grey base layer and black/pink shorts accessorised by Monarch Red face and Catweazel hair. I look at her wishing I could swap and have her top because it would be cooler, but knowing my pot-belly won’t permit that. I don’t for one moment think she’d like to swap any of her outfit/look for any of mine!
We say ciao, because now we know each other – the third time of seeing each other on runs must mean the ice is broken. Donna Summer comes on singing Love’s Unkind and at this stage (about 5.5km in), my legs are dying and I am thinking Running is Unkind. But seeing a fellow podista gave me a bit of impetus and so I carried on, past Cavendish Hill and towards the cobbled village. I knew I had done more than 7km but today feeling a bit tired I stopped on the way up the cobbles towards the church. 7.88km done, more than I had expected earlier on.
A 2km walk back to the house as warm down, I round the corner and coming towards me, is the caramel chic podista, we both laughed and said ciao again. I thought about telling her that she was an encouragement for me to carry on today, but she’d probably think I was a bit crazy. So in my head I thanked her for being a fellow podista on a day when my legs were giving up.
Tainted Love – Soft Cell
Removables – The Manics
Runnin’ Down a Dream – Tom Petty
She Sells Sanctuary – The Cult
Get Dancin’ – Disco Tex & His Sex-O-Lettes
Marvin Gaye -Puth and Trainor
Oh Woman, Oh Man – London Grammar
Strong – ditto
Can’t Stop The Feeling – Justin Timberlake
Lose Yourself – Eminem
Cake by the Ocean – DNCE
Love’s Unkind – Donna Summer
This Girl – Kungs
Uptown Funk – Ronson and Mars
Talk Talk – Talk Talk
Rasputin – Boney M
Average Pace 7.38 (mins/Km)
Elevation Gain – 51 metres
Best Km Pace 6.47 mins (thanks to the caramel chic podista)
Toadkill Count – 3
Squats – 3 sets of 15 reps – yay!