Last weekend was a little jam-packed for a run. We made the most of the weather on Saturday by spending it clearing winter out of the garden. I scarified and cut (and scarified again) the grass, cut out dead wood from shrubs where appropriate and moved the pots back out from their winter shelter. Kim, meanwhile, patiently excavated the huge and complex root of an old philadelphus, thus finally removing this once pretty, but long overgrown shrub from sight.
Knackered and ready for a G&T, I then substantially modified a storage cabinet that I had created for my study on Friday night. The cabinet, which includes a simple distribution board to hide the myriad of plugs & cables and a home for the computer box, is now installed and working in a most pleasing way. However, by the time I was done, I really was done!
Sunday morning Kim went for a run while I caught up on some work and then we went to north London for a family lunch & dinner.
Then it was Monday and at 7.30am on the nose, the BIG man Daren arrived to take me for a run. He claimed that it had been frosty, but all I could see was a weak sun trying to break through an early morning mist. Irrespective of the temperature, I had guessed correctly that he would be wearing shorts regardless and thus I went out for the first time this year wearing shorts and two layers… without my trusty Gore jacket or gloves.
It was a little chilly to start with, but as the sun broke through the mist, our clothing began to make more sense… or at least not seem quite so crazy.
Daren was on good form, having managed to lose some of his excess girth by visiting the gym more regularly over the last few months and generally trying to avoid walking through the galley! One can only hope that the girth reduction was limited to his waist, otherwise we might have to start calling him Little man Daren, which really doesn’t sound quite right.
Our run took us gently out to Ote Hall, past the llama fields and into Wivelsfileld, then up Hundred Acre Lane and through the West Wood to the industrial estate. We returned down the magical path & across the common. 7.25 miles in one hour ten minutes makes 6.2mph.
The run and bonhomie, allied to sitting out in the garden in the sun to eat breakfast, made a great way to start the week!
