I have an affliction called twangy hair, this problem arises when ever it is humid or it rains. My hair goes from reasonably straight and under control to looking like a bird’s nest, given the slightest whiff of water.
For two days we have watched with undisguised horror at the Italian weather forecast telling us that we are to suffer rain, more rain, and if that wasn’t enough rain, thunderstorms too. Oh joy. That ‘joy’ is further compounded by watching the UK weather forecasters gleefully telling us that the UK is basking in an unprecedented heatwave, due to, and I quote ‘warm air from France and Italy’. I can’t talk about France but there’s no hot air here that’s for sure. Having had an extra unplanned rest day due to weather, I needed to get out, regardless of the impact on my hair.
The alarm had gone and in the time it takes one of us (actually Mr JCR) to walk to the kitchen, the sounds of silence had been exchanged for those of a full-on rainstorm. I decided therefore not to run until later in the day. We were at the cafe for a leisurely breakfast, when some of our plastic recycling decided to make a break for freedom and in my hot pursuit as I dipped and dived after the plastic runaway, Mr JCR suggested my hair looked as though it needed doing. ‘When was the appointment due exactly?’ Aha, that would have been over an hour ago then, so I couldn’t have run even if I’d have wanted to. A frantic phone call and apology to my hairdresser and I find myself with twangy hair that needs its roots doing, on the weekend of Mr JCR’s birthday, when we have friends coming.
So that is not a great start to a running day. Mr JCR was then zhuzzing our garden, which definitely needed a haircut after the torrential rain, when I decided to run. To my surprise, as I left, he was talking to a cyclist in our garden. As Mr JCR is an avid cyclist, I assumed he was a stray cyclist that Mr JCR had decided to adopt/help. No, he was someone who had entered the land through a neighbour’s gate and onto our land. Despite seeing washing on the line and Mr JCR mowing the lawn, he thought it would be fine to carry on cycling over our garden! When words were had, he then wanted to continue his ‘giro’ around our land. He was shown the gate politely, but firmly. I followed him out of the gate and started my run.
Fairly standard this afternoon, a quick sojourn up Mill Lane, flicking a v-sign at the water station and then onto Lovers’ Lane. Because the weather had been so awful the potholes were filled to the brim and the lane, looked more like a rally cross water hazard. I carried on down the Hill That Kills and towards the bendy, scary road. The great thing about running after the downpour was that the temperature had returned to the teens – so much easier to run in. I rounded one of the blind bends, and held my breath because there was a huge hare on the opposite side, coming towards me to cross. I really hoped he wouldn’t be run over by a car because it is a fast bend, and I’ve seen plenty of roadkill in and around that area. But he was fine, not hair-raising, but definitely a hare racing to his freedom.
He gave me a bit of impetus and I picked up the pace and then saw ‘missing dog’ man he was with his dog this time, and he said ‘Salve’ to me. I have a theory that an Italian needs see you for at least three times, before it is permissible to speak. I replied accordingly and carried on towards the fish shop village. At this point I saw a big 4×4 coming towards me and as it flashed past I realised it was friends of ours. Making a mental note to apologise for being rude and not waving, I carried on.
At last, I reached my destination – the supermarket – there I would be able to buy the hair products I needed to restore my hair from bird’s nest to beautiful (well not so badger like).
Today my run was fairly uneventful, the hare raced to safety and I ran to haircare safety. And Mr Hare’s appearance coincided with a 5 minutes 42 seconds split, which for me is good.
Rumour Has It – Adele
Back To Black – Amy Winehouse
Barbara Ann – The Beach Boys
The Jean Genie – David Bowie
Let’s Go Crazy – His Purple Highness
Down In the Tube Station At Midnight – The Jam
Locomotion – OMD
Sex-O-Matic Venus Freak – Macy Gray
Let’s Dance – David Bowie
Girl From Mars – Ash
Upside Down – Paloma Faith
London Calling – The Clash
Strong – London Grammar
True Faith 94 – New Order
Smile Like You Mean It – The Killers
Parklife – Blur
Sign Of The Times – Harry Styles
It’s Raining Men – The Weather Girls
Average Pace 6:37
Elevation Gain 41 metres
Kms Done 778.38
Kms to do 1239.62