I hate mornings, I really, really hate mornings, I’ve always hated mornings. The only good thing about a morning is that a lunch is never far away. Listening to the radio X hours later, the presenter now says that early risers are just irritating, very efficient and productive. According to the Sleep School Founder we each have chronotypes – larks, owls and hummingbirds. Teenagers are an especially sleep-deprived group and that’s how I feel when the alarm goes off. I am a teenage owl, except I can’t cope with late nights either, maybe I’m a teenage sloth?
In my zombie state, I get changed and go out. It is coolish and very windy, brrr. I do my warm up walk up Mill Lane, past the Water pumping station grrr, and then turn into the hill that kills, to start my descent. By the time I am out of the slope of hope, the weather has changed, it is now warm, sunny and no wind. At the 1km mark, I am performing origami striptease moves, designed so I don’t have to stop running. Except I end up as a tangle of wires, sleeves and middle aged women’s hankies all over the place. Okay, JCR just stop, adjust clothing and then move on.
At 2km, the running tights are being rolled up Compo style above the knees, in a vague attempt to cool me down. It isn’t working and whilst I can’t see my face, I have a feeling I am glowing brightly. Through the cobbled streets of the village I come across my first co-runner, he is running uphill (with my challenge, running up the hills of Le Marche is something I will do occasionally). We wave and smile, and then coming towards me is my first cyclist. Let’s just say I don’t think he’s been on a bike for a while. His knees are at right angles to the bike frame, his face is very red, and he sort of waves and gasps in acknowledgment. In fairness to him, had I felt that bad, I think I’d have conserved every bit of energy I had, just to keeping going.
Further on down the hill, another 2 cyclists coming up the hill, they just zoomed past, no waves, no gasps, nothing. Around the corner I see my second runner, in fluoro green and black shorts, he is loping lazily and he looks substantially cooler than I am. At this stage, I have rolled up every bit of lycra I can to keep cool. Now I realise it is about 11am, it is only 17 degrees and we are nowhere near summer temperatures yet. This means, I am going to have to get up earlier to avoid the sun and the heat, and start carrying a water bottle too, to keep me cool.
To go back to my original teenage tantrum, I hate mornings, I really, really hate mornings, I’ve always hated mornings. And now I am going to have to start getting up early in the mornings. This challenge is taking on menacing overtones. Only upside is I was back in the top 2% on the global challenge again – in fairness this only lasted about an hour – I’m back at 3% now.
Face Colour – Salsa Red
Break My Stride – Matthew Wilder
Hold Me Now – Thompson Twins
Cars – Gary Numan
You Spin Me Round – Dead Or Alive
Uptown Girl – Billy Joel
Living On The Ceiling – Blancmange
Eighties – Killing Joke
Liberator – Spear Of Destiny
Gold – Spandau Ballet
Talk Talk – Talk Talk
Don’t Go – Yazoo
Everybody Wants To Rule The World – Tears For Fears
I Won’t Back Down – Tom Petty
I Ran (Flock Of Seagulls)
Tainted Love – Soft Cell
Do You Really Want To Hurt Me – Culture Club
Don’t You Want Me – Human League
I’m Still Standing – Elton John
Distance 9.03km (I ran around the car park at the cafe a few time to get to 9)
Average Pace 6:26 (mins/km)
Elevation Gain 35 metres
Kms Done 612.76
Kms To Do 1405.24