Monday, 18 September 2017

A few hills more...

On Satuday Peter was going on the Carnethies' equinox run. "More of an aquanox run" I quipped wittily as he ran out the door into the rain. "More like an alconox run" I further quipped as he came in, slightly the worse for wear, somewhere around 9pm. How had I stayed so witty all day?

Well I'd initially thought I'd go for a hill run myself earlier in the day - but that hadn't happened - and the weather got less and less inspiring, so I went for a canter round the Seat and settled in for the rest of the day with a pile of books beside the sofa, where I lounged and ate snacks...

Sunday was looking a whole lot better - on paper anyway. But come the morning the skies were all grey and we had a hell of a job getting going. And so it was well after 2pm when we rolled into Flotterstone car park. It started to spit with rain and I gave Peter the option of us just calling it day - driving home and forgetting all about it - but he wasn't for it.

Once we got moving we were grand. Peter was a bit less sprightly than usual because he had run c. 16 miles the day before and was also somewhat delicate. This made me feel better in comparison.
Pretty soon the rain packed itself away and we got hesitant sunshine from time to time for the rest of the trip.

Just after Scald Law Peter noticed two runners were suddenly on our trail, if not our tail. They were moving fast and I thought they must be super-fast if they had suddenly caught up to us like that. We made it our business to stay ahead as long as we could. I was the limiting factor, obviously. To our surprise we held them off all the way to Hare Hill. I was nearing the summit (Peter was already there) and I realised there was someone panting just behind me. He passed and said a courteous hello. I was at pains not to let on I was panting. "This is just a slow jog for me!" I said with my demeanor, while my mouth said "hello" back.
After they'd passed we could relax again. We'd packed away some goodies and some juice so we had a sit on a wet hillock amongst the sheep poop and gathered ourselves.

I'm supposed to tell you that Peter was eating a peanut protein bar at this point. Hence the funny face. He was at a low ebb though, declaring he didn't like running uphill or downhill. Hearing this made me feel oddly good - like I could run forever.

After Capelaw Hill it was pretty much all down hill, and the team were happy with themselves. Everything lit up with the low evening light.

Peter tells me this sheep was giving me "an old-fashioned look". Any insights on this?

So 14 miles, and 4000 feet. My longest hilly training run for a while. The Skyline should be alright after that shouldn't it?

Afterwards, on Strava, I figured out that the guys who had passed us had come up Scald Law on the Carnethy route from the A702. No wonder they were fresh! I assumed they'd been running at that speed all the way from Hillend.

Anyway - I was very sore this morning, but I have been for a deep tissue massage this afternoon and now I feel great.

The End.

Tuesday, 12 September 2017

3 Day Weekend

Because of...reasons...I happen to have three day weekends at the moment. Sometimes I have to do stuff on a Monday...but I didn't this Monday. Don't for God's Sake tell anyone who wants anything. I haven't enjoyed myself so much for years.

On Saturday it looked like it was going to be the best weather of the weekend so we headed for the Pentlands. I was trying out new Inov-8 x-talon 225 shoes. I was a bit worried about how insubstantial they are, and my feet were sore after 12 miles of hilliness - but the grip was just great.
I nearly burst myself running up Turnhouse, trying to get a new PB. But I got it. After that I settled down. Peter was bouncing up the hills with great ease. I haven't heard him say he "can't do hills" for a long while. I wasn't as good as him, but I was okay. I can definitely feel the difference after a few weekends up there in a row.

We set off late and finished late and got home to a house-full of dishes and undone tasks.

On Sunday it was forecast to rain and we were just going to run locally and maybe do stuff at home - but the sun came out and we both quite fancied seeing the coast so we jumped in the car.
The brighter weather didn't last long. We spent most of our time mooching about in the woods - which we both enjoyed. Then got a soaking and high-tailed it back to the car. 4 miles at 11 min/mile pace. Impressive!

So on Monday obviously I was going to do something else, you know, maybe tidy up or hoover or something. But it was looking sunny and without meaning to I hatched a plan to run over some hills in town and wind up down at the Botanics for a cup of tea and a scone or something. The minute I mentioned the Botanics to Peter his tail started wagging. He loves the place and has a new camera he wants to try out on things. So off we set. There were some minor disagreements along the way about my choice of route. Well it was my run. My run, my route. But we got over it.

We both had a cheese scone at the Botanics and they were MIGHTY heavy and not cheesy enough. So that was a little disappointing. And apparently the girl had her hand inside Peter's cup before handing it over. But when we got over to the Buddleia and it was hoaching with Red Admirals all that was forgotten. We had a right old wander around all over. It's a fantastic place. I don't know why I used to think it was a bit boring and for oldies.