28 Apr – The Lost Run Of Le Marche


London – metropolitan, hustle, bustle, multi-cultural, expensive, lonely and friendly sometimes at the same time. Grey.

Fano – it’s really a town not a City, it’s version of hustle and bustle is on Market Day or Carnevale in February, mono-cultural, sometimes expensive, sometimes too quiet, but generally friendly. Blue skies.

Running in London, easy to start, busy on the pavements, lots of things to see, lots of places to go. Cyclists generally loathed by the population, whether on the pavements, roads or even in their own cycle lanes. Generally safe to run, if you know where you are.

Running in Le Marche, easy to start, there are no pavements, people to see but not so many places to go (the hills are the problem).  Cyclists generally welcomed by the population as the major sport and leisure interest, but loathed when they are in front of you on the road. Generally unsafe to run on the roads.

Today’s run was a nice one, we have sun, but not too hot and my feet weren’t hurting quite so much. My pace at one point was better than 5minutes 30 for a km, which even allowing for downhill is quite good for me, considering the kilometres now under my belt and blistering my feet.

On the Bendy, Scary Road, I came across two runners – brave souls, they were running uphill as I was running down. Both smiled and said Ciao (younger generation a lot less formal) I answered with a wave and on the second one, promptly ran into some nettles – a stinging reminder JCR to look when running. See the roads here are dangerous, or rather they are if you don’t concentrate. Rounding a bend, a plonker in an Audi SUV thing decided he wouldn’t give me any room so an involuntary leap into the verge – no nettles this time thank goodness. I gave him a good old fashioned English salute and carried on. This is the London part of me coming out.

A couple of cyclists came my way, a young speedy one, who gave me loads of room and smiled. I think it was out of pity really, I was pretty pink in the face at this stage, and he wasn’t, but I reckon he was at least 35 years plus younger than me. The second one, is the  guy who I am going to describe as the ‘comfortable cyclist’, in truth he doesn’t look that comfortable on his bike, his legs are at right angles which according to Mr JCR means his saddle is the wrong height. He doesn’t look that fit either, so he was huffing and puffing as he came up the hill – but then when I run up it, I do too, so respect to him for even trying. He didn’t quite have enough puff to say anything but his hand did a half salute as I went past and said Bravo. There you are  – a friendly person in the countryside and I had my Italian persona on. Next up the local carabiniero in his car – he took our statements and visited us after the burglary last year, so when he sees us he now waves. I waved at him – no reply but I think he may not have recognised me, in my amazingly flash pink kit and speedy running style…

I was happily trotting to the fish shop to pace my order for fish too pick up on my walk back home, when I noticed the shop was shut. Damn and blast, I paused Map My Run, to I could chat with Mr JCR for an alternative plan of action. Once that was done, I went to start the app and bum, bum, bum, bum, I pressed the wrong button and ended up deleting my run record. Not a big deal, you can retrieve unsaved runs, except not this time. The fish shop sign said it was closed due to fish exhaustion – I assume that means sea stocks and not that the fish are too tired to be caught. I then exhausted all the options to try and find my missing run. It had gone somewhere where even Dr Google couldn’t find it.

London persona back again, much swearing and gnashing of teeth. Okay, Italian persona switches back on – just run the run in reverse and double the stats. Not quite in my plan not least because there’s about 200 metres to climb, but I felt good and thought it was do-able. So I re-set the app and started again, after about 15 minutes or so I realised that Map My Run’s mechanical voice lady, had been suspiciously quiet. Yup, I’d pressed the wrong button in the sunlight, and so the run wasn’t being recorded. Now I was getting seriously tetchy, I’d felt really good running uphill, who knew that was even possible? And I hadn’t any records whatsoever. I have done this route before, so I can copy it, but I really wanted to know how fast I was, because I think it was a great run. But now I will never know. This is just like being the angler with the one that got away.

So today’s Italian run – quiet, friendly, blue skies. Today’s JCR – technologically incompetent, but technically I think I ran better.

Got home to a WhatsApp message to see that friends Abi and Hannah in London are hating the weather and would rather be here. And despite the technology failure, which to be honest was my failure, so would I! One more upside, my feet don’t hurt quite so much.


White Room – Cream

Runaway – Del Shannon

I Love You Because – Jim Reeves

Poetry In Motion – Johnny Tillotson

The House Of The Rising Sun – The Animals

What Do You Want – Adam Faith

All I Have To Do Is Dream – The Everly Brothers

Dream Lover – Bobby Darin

The Locomotion – Little Eva

Walking Back To Happiness – Helen Shapiro

Bye Bye Love – The Everly Brothers

Chain Gang – Sam Cooke

Wonderful World – Sam Cooke

La Bamba – Ritchie Valens

Reet Petite – Jackie Wilson

Cathy’s Clown – The Everly Brothers

Shout – Lulu

Leader Of The Pack – The Shangri-Las

You Were Made For Me – Freddie And The Dreamers


Distance 10.21Km

The rest who alone knows….

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Run 738.24

Kms To Do 1279.76








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