It's all very well hot footing it northwards and westwards at the weekends, but the travelling is definitely going to take it's toll. Today at work I've been at best a partial zombie which isn't really good enough. Note to self; try and get up early enough to at least get some brekkie down on a Monday morning.
What a weekend!
Arrive Yorkshire c 23:00 friday night, gobble down a generous portion of pre race apple crumble and custard then off to bed. Up at 6 a.m. for another pre race fix of crumble and custard yom yom!
It was ideal running conditions this weekend; overcast, cool, and not too windy. A bit of sunshine would've been welcome but a girl can't have it all!
The Hebden on Saturday went well, we took it steady and I was able to run the whole route, all but the steeper hills. My lasting memories of the day are the welcoming checkpoints, yummie race food and the vast number of gates and stiles I encountered, with at least three garden crossings including passing under washing lines!!! We even clocked a bit of extra mileage, as getting lost seems to be par for the course and we managed it twice.
My heart goes out to the partner and family of the gentleman walker who passed away en route. It saddened me greatly to hear of it, so much so that I couldn't eat the post race nosh. I hope they come to terms with this soon and are able to focus on the happy times.
Saturday night was a social one, with dinner in a micro brewery with friends and their gorgeous wee boy who is just learning the joys of eating and sneezing. I'll leave that to your imaginations! Anyway, I had some mini fish and chips and garlic mushrooms for starters and followed that up with local sausages, mash and gravy....mmmm.... I love gravy but they let me down; it had a wierd bitter taste :(
The Stanbury Splash was very different to Saturdays experience. Hilly heathery moorland with some steep ascents and descents, some water crossings and a little bog thrown in for good measure. I started off at the back of the pack and quickly regreted it as we set off at a walk jog pace. The field soon spread out though and by the second half my legs woke up and wanted to race. I don't know what Lara Croft feels like, but I felt like I was Lara Croft when running through the heather and down stony tracks and grassy slopes overtaking several people as I went. If only I could feel like that all the time!
The weekend was topped off with a session sorting out my training schedule followed by an indian meal, prior to hitting the road home.
Now it's back to the trudge until next time :)
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