This week has been a really good week of running. The sun has been shining, the evenings are lighter and spring has certainly sprung.
Monday saw me go for a morning run before I’d even had breakfast, very unusual for me. It was a nice 5 mile run on some of my local trails and was quite a nature trail. As well as the primroses and daffodils blooming by the paths I saw a number of red kites flying overhead, mewing to each other. I heard, but didn’t see, two woodpeckers pecking away at different points in my run. And when I got to the top of a hill there was a fox leisurely strolling across the path. So all in all a rather good run.
My next run was a club run and I decided to forgo an interval session and instead take advantage of the lighter evening and hit the trails.
We ran a route I hadn’t done since last summer, to Pitstone Windmill and up Pitstone Hill. We ran quite a steady pace and it was just lovely to be out at dusk. At one point we ran through a field with sheep and lambs who skitted away as we approached. I always have mixed emotions when I see lambs. They give me joy as they are so full of life, jumping around, enjoying the grassy fields. But they also make me sad as I know they will soon be killed for someone’s dinner. They have such a short life.
By the time we reached Pitstone Hill it had got very dark and one of our group had realised she had forgot her head torch. When I got to the top of the hill I turned back and didn’t even see her running up. So we made sure she ran in the middle of the group from then on as the final part was through some very close paths through the woods. We ran just over 8 miles which is the longest I’ve ran for a good few months. I really felt the last couple of miles, especially after the hill but I thoroughly enjoyed it.
My final run of the week was just a short one. I got some new road trainers this week so wanted to do a short run to break them in and what better companion to run with than my pup? It was more of a walk/run as he needed lots of stops to roll in the grass, eat the grass, sniff the grass and, of course, do his business! You can’t run fast whilst holding a full poo bag!
It was only 2 miles but really fun. He enjoyed himself a lot and once we get up to 3 miles I’m going to take him to the local canicross club to see how he does in a pack.
All in all a great week running. How was your week?