I’m so dizzy, my world is spinning, la la la

As I snuck out of bed this morning, I got the distinct feeling I’d left my personal gyroscope behind on my pillow.  Even after a banana and a generous espresso (okay, my espresso’s are always generous!) my head was still reeling.  When Kim finally appeared she suggested I call this morning’s run off.  I considered it for a nanosecond… nah!  Maybe if I wasn’t physically able to get out of bed!

Nick duly arrived and we set off into the kind of slightly frozen mist that heralds a gloriously sunny day… I say heralds, but that implies that it might have been happening shortly after, which it certainly was not.  No, the morning was misty and COLD.  Cold enough that my hands were even more painful after half an hour that my feet were after a day of ice-karting in sub zero conditions. 

We managed quite a reasonable pace, although it was clear that Nick could have zoomed off easily at any point… that boy has FAR too much energy!

We ran a different route this morning, across Janes Lane, past Ote Hall, across to join Theobalds Lane and down to the far end (which until very recently was delightfully like going back in time to the 1920’s) and then up to Lunces Hall near Wivelsfield Church, back past Ote Halll and then home. 

It was lovely to see the investment that had been made in the properties along the route: perfect fences, fledgling hedges and even inner fences to manage livestock; refurbished houses and even one gorgeous new house where there used to be a bit of a shack; cleared undergrowth and well managed woodland.  It gives me such a warm feeling when it’s clear that people really care about their environment.

Alas, the warm feeling was not sufficient to affect the temperature of my hands, which were aching with the cold, hence taking the short route home… thanks Nick.

I don’t really understand why, but despite a similar distance at 4.9 miles, it was a slower run than Sunday at 6.8mph, the run taking 43 minutes.  Maybe it’s because we chat along the way, but mostly I think it’s because Nick drags me along faster and I then have to stop to catch my breath.

The longest stop was my sitting on the stairs when we got back, trying to get warm blood into my hands and waiting for the pain to abate!