2 Nov – Sausages & Pancakes

 

It’s 9 degrees people. Last time I ran it was about 19, my little legs are a tad cold and my fingers are wondering what’s happened. This is my first run in Arnhem as we are here for a few days with our very dear friends J & G.

J is the super fast runner (in my dreams I run as fast as her…) and G is a world renowned Project Manager, full of helpful hints and tips. G’s tips however are probably more useful for his wife, as she possesses common-sense and a sense of direction, whilst I possess neither… This morning’s run was a planned 10km if I could, in the local woods on the rather lovely forest trails. This is the same place where J once saw a naked man running. With my nudeometer finely tuned, I set out.

I am of course a tarmac runner usually and the leafy, squidgy trails with hidden tree roots provided me with a bit of a challenge, as I’m not always surefooted. Add to the fact that I got out of bed on the wrong side, as we say in England. I was fine mood-wise but after all my running this year, I seemed to struggle to lace up my trainers correctly. Four attempts to do this and I was like Bambi on ice trying to get my shoes not too tight nor too loose.

Clearly the trainer gremlins were out to get me this morning, as I was also suffering from the well known runners’ ailment ‘Sausage Sock’. One of my socks had lost its elasticity and kept on travelling down my foot to form a sock sausage under the arch. This is not comfortable or runnable either. In the first km I stopped at least 3 times to de-sausage my sock. This is not an easy thing to do in a squidgy forest trail, as you have to find non -damp and raised areas to rest your foot.

Km 2 came and went – another 2 de-sausaging efforts and by now I was getting seriously irritated. At 3kms in I made a life-changing decision (for the sock that is) the sock was committing sock suicide, and therefore today it would be its last run. You know how it is, if someone or something is letting you down, you have to have the conversation..

The one that begins with ‘As a person/sock/trainer/sweatshirt, I love you very much and you have so much to offer, just not to me. It’s time to say our goodbyes’. I had this conversation with my sock in the forest – obviously I had the chat in my head, I didn’t want the locals thinking I was some kind of weirdo. Having said my goodbyes to the sausaging sock, I settled into a nice running routine. Arnhem is one of the few places in Holland with hills as my middle photo proves it. It also has to be said that at this point the sausaging sock had calmed down a bit and wasn’t sausaging quite so much.

G had been very helpful on where I could run, but my inbuilt sat nav is somewhat dodgy. As I was running I felt I knew exactly where their house was and then I checked MapMyRun to find that their house was nowhere near where I thought I was. Oops…

At 5km I came across a Dutch Pancake house, which to be honest looked awfully tempting and had I actually gone out carrying money, then I’m pretty certain I’d have popped in for a pancake rather than continuing running. I continued with my run, being passed and occasionally overtaken by various Dutch giants. I’m just a bit under 5 foot 4 inches, which is a little less than the UK female average. However in Holland I am most definitely a munchkin. What was worse at one point I was a lost munchkin. Forest trails can be a bit disorientating – well okay for most people they’re not, but for me they are. It was with some relief I saw a main road and I followed it towards home. I could see a landmark I knew and decided I’d take a well known short cut back to J&G’s house. Only I could take a well known short cut, turn it into a long cut and get lost in the grounds of a sports club…, necessitating a 180 degree turn to go back exactly where I’d come from.

Truthfully JCR you are useless.

But I got the 10km done, it wasn’t fast and for that my excuses are:-

  1. Trail running – just not used to it
  2. Getting lost – necessitating frequent checkpoints
  3. De-sausaging my sock

Playlist

He Won’t Go – Adele

He’ll Have To Go – Bryan Ferry

Heartbreak Hotel – Elvis

Heat Wave – The Jam

Heathen – David Bowie

Hello – Oasis

Hello Goodbye – The Beatles

Help Me – Bryan Ferry

Help Me Rhonda – The Beach Boys

Help Yourself – Amy Winehouse

Blood Brothers – The Boss

Shell Shock – New Order

Babies – Pulp

He Won’t Go – Adele

My Life – Dido

It Must Be Love – Madness

I Still Haven’t Found What I’m looking For – U2

The Supermen – David Bowie

Statistics

Distance 10.05km

Time 1:20:54

Average Pace 8:02

Elevation Gain – 75 metres (yes I know in Holland!!!!)

De-Sausaging Sock – 12 times, maybe more

Nudeometer Reading – no naked men, just my naked foot from time to time

Pancakes – none eaten

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Done 1763.22

Kms To Run 254.78

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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