Soo…Saturday saw me waking up at stupid o’clock so I could prise myself into my new leggings… They were from China and of the one size fits no-one type …but, and this is the important part, they were peacock leggings – a lovely feather design and shiny… I struggled to get them over my fat calves and I was stressing about my arse – they were ‘snug’ but bearable 😀 Within 15 mins of wearing however, they were edging down…to the knees where my fat calves were stopping any movement below…too late now – I was committed (“probably should have been” I hear you say 😉 ) to peacock leggings and a blue tutu…as you do. Full make up again was the order of the day – since when did I get so vain? Oh yes – it was the Dirty Devil Stampede – my race pictures looked so much better with red lippy ….
I think maybe I need to address the whole fancy dress/running thing as it’s doubling my event costs
Anyway, we were on the road for 6.30, off to the Larmar Tree Gardens to run 10 miles around the Rushmore Estate with White Star Running
I knew the night before that the bling would be delayed due to Hong Kong wanting to stroke them and look after them in customs for a bit longer (don’t blame them – they are lovely) Unfortunately this caused poor Andy another headache, but to be fair everybody seemed ok about it – not his fault after all (apart from designing something so beautiful)
We arrived early enough to get a coffee and a wee and catch up with a few peeps. The leggings were continually heading south to the knees (not quite a Nora Batty moment, but it would have been if my calves had let them – they were fairly uncomfortably rucked up behind the knee) Sal & I were wandering around hoicking them up every now and then – I heard (& felt) a couple of seams give – thankfully I’d had the foresight to wear something underneath 😉 We were both questioning our choice – resigned to our fate for the next 10 miles we set off (after a warning about the hunt and hunt saboteurs – it all happens at these events)
It was foggy, but surprisingly warm so top layer was shed quite quickly. We stopped another couple of times for leggings – but to be fair once we reached critical sweat production they stopped where they were, neither moving up or down (no matter how hard I tried – the sagging crotch was getting uncomfortable)
It was reasonably (read ‘very’) sticky underfoot for the most part – a couple of spots…well one, where I completely misjudged my route choice and ended up with mud right over my ankles – I mention this only because I’m generally so good with keeping reasonably dry and clean.
The hill was big – we knew it was coming & in a way it was a relief to get it out of the way. We walked up with everyone else – didn’t stop to look at the view at the top – someone had stolen it! & made our way onwards. Apart from the 2 hills, we ran (not always the case for me – but I was feeling ok)
The love station was FAB as usual – and suitable refreshed we set off again…. After the next hill we both remarked on how FAB we were feeling – not necessarily physically, but I had nothing on my mind… at all I felt invigorated & stress free – I don’t think I could ever feel like that road running.
Trail running is good for your soul 😀
The weather improved & the sun started to put in an appearance as we got to the last 400m or so – I have to admit although I was still hanging on in there with the running, it was slow & poor Sal, should have gone on because she had to keep on stopping whilst I caught up – dunno how the girl does it – trained twice in the last 2 months after injury and still springy like a gazelle…
Crossing the finish was a bit underwhelming as we were handed a bit of card for our food… I thought I’d be ok without the bling…. But you see that is my motivation to run – I’m a bit addicted to collecting the bling – I was very grown up about it…. ‘suck it up buttercup’ and we went to the car to get changed.
Never been to an event where we’ve been fed – it was a treat. We both had lasagne… very nice it was too, though I’m told the food when the WI are involved is exceptional 😉
We toddled off home – it felt like a Sunday, but we got home just after lunch – it was Saturday & we still had the whole weekend ahead of us 😀
Someone asked me the next day if I was pleased with my time – and do you know what – I hadn’t given it a second thought. I’d had a FAB morning out running – getting muddy – chatting… I don’t care what my time was. I’d got my bling by then (Thank you Brian – I was so excited to get to yoga) and I had, had a ball….
I need to do more runs like that – no pressure, no time, just pushing my limits a bit – I’m hoping to fall in love with running this year, because I have to be honest I do find it a bit of a chore, I don’t really like it that much – I want to feel like I did on Saturday – because it was F.A.B.U.L.O.U.S.
Ox12 next… NOW THAT IS FOR THE BLING