Swimming

With driving rain and severe gusts of wind blowing the cobwebs of of the trees, it was certainly not the weather to be going for a run this morning.

The principle that Kurt at The Run Shop advocates for fair weather runners like me is to wear the right gear so that you’re always comfortable.  So I donned my goretex jacket, beanie hat, long tights and woolen Thorlo socks and out I went for a run.

The going was somewhat more than wet underfoot, but we’re not far enough through the season yet for the mud to be all-encompassing.  Most of the water was either sitting on the surface or running off and judging by the backs of my tights, even Nick wouldn’t have noticed if I had splashed mud on him!

I ran out to the Royal Oak and across to the outskirts of Wivelsfield before cutting up through the woods towards Hundred Acre Lane.  Here it was just a lickle scary, with long gusts tearing through the trees above and raining twigs and other detritus down on my head.  The expectation of something larger following them down was ever present.

I swung in a large arc through the wood to come out near Lew’s place, looping around Ditchling Common Industrial Estate and heading back down the magical path.  I reckon the gradient must go this way as it was easy to speed through, hastened by the wind whistling through Damoclean branches above.

I knew the common would be waterlogged so I used the road to circumnavigate it, scurrying along the bank where it too was underwater.  And then it was back up into the ‘Hill with a quick sprint where Nick usually speeds up, followed by a slow jog back to the house.

My neighbours looked at me aghast… I’m sure due to the fact that I’d come back after only 45 minutes!  I had been quite sprightly though, managing to cover somewhere around 5.3 miles and returning a speed of over 7mph.

And lest you think that it was nasty horrible wet & cold out there, it was not… I was just luvverly, snug and warm in my gear and I can verily recommend the woolen thorlos!  Overall, it was a great excuse to get out and, er, swim through some fresh air.

December gathering

It’s been a few months since the gang gathered en masse, so the invitiation from Fran & Paul was a very welcome opportunity to catch up with everyone!  Well okay, not everyone, but believe me, those not present in body were certainly there in spirit… and Clive, Nat & Paul drank their share of the beer too for good measure!

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Driving nuts

For those of you who share my passion for driving, I’ve noticed some excellent videos on Don Palmer’s website that might whet your appetite for a day spent on one of his limit handling courses… which are top value, believe me! 

Please note that, with Christmas fast approaching, these also make AWESOME presents for boys who you may think have everything!  [please also note that’s not a (n un) subtle hint from me, in case anyone thought it was!]

Nick’s runners… by special request

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Nick took this photo of his runners when they arrived back at the house the other morning… some minutes after he did: that’s how fast he was running!

I had to clean the photo up a bit as you couldn’t see the trainers for all the smoke that was coming off of them.

I’ve just been reading about how the Inuit in Greenland used to hunt Whales in the 12th Century from kayaks and umiaks (small, skin boats).  They clearly couldn’t kill a whale with a single hand-thrown harpoon, let alone hang onto it on a rope afterwards, so they developed a harpoon that released itself on impact leaving behind a barb with an air-filled bladder attached.  As the whale tired of this extra drag, so it would surface and the Inuit hunters would repeat the exercise, and again, until the whale was so exhausted that an umiak could pull alongside and a hunter could kill the whale.

This puts me in mind of a sea anchor, designed, I guess, to float upstream or upwind in a driving sea and slow the craft down, making it more stable in otherwise difficult conditions.

Where I’m going with this is, well, think of a bath towel, rolled lengthways, with the ends secured to stop it unravelling. 

Now think of a cord, say a metre in length, at each end attaching it to one of the trainers pictured above. 

I reckon this kind of contraption might just slow the Bok down sufficiently for me to keep up.  What do you think?

Circuit training

I joined Burgess Hill Runners at the Lewes track last night for their monthly session there.  Despite being an interloper (this is Kim’s club) I was once again made to feel very welcome indeed… they truly are a wonderful bunch of people and Stuart is an excellent coach!

I warmed up with a gentle 1600m, although when I say warmed up I mean just my muscles – my hands started to get incrementally colder with every passing minute from the moment I got out of the car!  It was fweezing!

Next came hops, skips, jumps, scissors, running backwards and a stretching session to create a little pliability from the part-frozen bodies present.  This was followed by a session where we ran slow until the whistle, then fast until the next, slow, fast, turning round to run the other way when it sounded twice.  This enabled everyone to run at their own pace without stretching too far around the track.

The main course of the evening was the interval session, with 1,000m sprints followed by 200m walks, or staggers in my case as the session progressed.  I started by trying to hang onto Stuart’s coat-tails but quickly found Jo’s pace (a few seconds slower at 3 minutes 55) more to my liking… at least for the first three intervals.  The last two intervals I hung onto Jo until the 500m mark, then fell away to come in 100m back and then only 50m back.

Next came all-out 100m sprints with teams of three relaying.  600m later and I was very grateful when the circuit lights were extinguished!

We stretched out comprehensively by the light of the swimming pool (they looked oh SO warm in there!) and it’s a testament to Stuart’s stretches that I can still walk this morning!  My hands even got warm again.  But only after about 20 minutes in the car on the way home!

I’m already looking forward to the next session – if my behaviour in the meantime is good enough to get invited again!

Disco dancin’

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We all love new KIT, so yesterday, with its visit to Run, was a red letter day.  We also love Kurt and Fred (who was conspicuous by his absence!) because they’re just SO passionate about running and they want to pass that on to their customers. 

When you’re buying new trainers, they always want to see the old ones.  This is to see how the soles have worn so that they can recommend the most appropriate replacement.  They also get you to run up and down outside the shop to confirm their prognosis.  I was told to run off around the block twice to compare two different shoes: the equivalent replacement for my two-year old Saucony’s and a pair of Nike’s.  There was no contest, added to which the Saucony’s are a hoot… real discodiva strutyourstuff shoes!

The other item on the shopping list was a rain jacket.  Their stylish range of Rono gear is excellent and their new gore-tex jacket is a joy to wear… I half hoped for rain today so that I could christen it!  A new supersoft base layer t-shirt and a fab iQ beanie hat completed my acquisitions.  Kim went for two new top layers… a mid-season zipped top and a rain resistant jacket in red… it’s gorgeous and she won’t be missed when she’s wearing it!

We were so happy on leaving that I left my socks behind… any chance of posting them back Kurt?

September gathering

Wow!  What can I say except that it was a great day: the sun shone, the beer was cold, the prams conquered, the chili was awesome, the Oyster Bay Sauvignon was a hit, no blood was spilled (although there were a couple of cracking bumps!)and the garden survived!  Although I’m really not quite sure how!

Notes: Children are happy to eat chili from bone china plates if you give them the opportunity.  In a contest of strength between an air freshener and a two tonne Mercedes, the latter is not inclined to yield.  Children of around two have a favourite game which is wanting to do whatever you don’t want them to do.  Also worth noting, they usually win that game. 

Overall feeling from day: good friends are priceless!