After a steady day in the office, I was looking forward to my club run this evening. The training runs are a chance to get in some serious miles, and push that little bit further… However nothing had prepared me for what lay in store. On reflection, if I want to complete Janathon, this sort of caper probably isn’t the best idea, but hindsight is a wonderful thing, and as it happens, I’m OK. I think…
The evening started like any other, but when Crazy Walt turned up, the prospect for the evening took an unusual turn. Taxi Lee, our very own Duracell Bunny, was on about a run around the local golf course. The reasoning was thus a) the snow reflects all the light, so you can easily see where you’re going b) We only get snow once a year, so we may as well enjoy it, and c) anyone who didn’t want to run on the golf course in snow at night, was a complete girl. That settled it, we were off (girls included).
Off we pelted towards greens. Now imagine if you will, looking out over the hillside, the smooth snow, deep and crisp… looks inviting doesn’t it? Well, it was less forgiving than we imagined. The snow had drifted to create a lovely smooth top surface, and we could indeed see it, but it hid what lay beneath: Flower beds, divots, bits of rough, bunkers complete with rakes… it was damn hard work destroying all that virgin snow, but we powered through, and completed two laps of the course and ejected onto the road surprisingly close to home.
From that point we joined the canal, where the snow had compacted down to a smooth sheet of ice. I read today about a girl that walked into a canal whilst texting… I had no intention of becoming another canal based casualty, so stayed well away from the edge. We passed a woman with a dog almost as big as her, that was clearly intent on saying ‘hello!’. She was struggling to keep it under control, and was clearly ‘pissed off’ at encountering us runners. Silly wench. A few of us opted to take a slightly shorter route (as we were tired) and headed off cross county again across fields, up a bridle way and over the heath back to the club. 6.57 miles (Runkeeper), in the bag.
Today’s run was a bit mental (like Lee) and was bloody hard work, but very rewarding all the same. It was great to be lead on a new run in unusual circumstances… although I may enjoy it more under cover of daylight… Thanks Lee, Walter and the crew for another epic run with the TRC posse.
Janathon 2013 Stats
Total Miles = 109.59
Total KM = 176.37
Total Calories = 14,067
Big Macs = 28.7
Pints of Strongbow = 58.6
Days Worth Calories = 7.0
Journeys to Work = 7.88