In Which I Achieve A Goal, Sign Up For Something Awesome, And Try Something New
Finally getting over almost dying from a vicious cold, and from being worried about being outdated, I decided to go for a run yesterday, on my day off. Up til now I’ve normally run on my way home or after work, but have been sticking quite well to my running schedule so I got my kit on and got my jog on.
I mapped out the 5k route that I tried (and failed) before and left it up on the computer so Sarah could see. (I’ve seen 127 hours.) I was looking forward to trying this route because I knew that I could now get round it, and that there were plenty of roads to cross so plenty of time for little breathers. (That is NOT cheating. I checked.) It’s a loop which starts off at our house and finishes at… er… our house.
I took it nice and easy to start with, running down Harrogate road, passing the wonderful smell of fish and chips from the Chippy. Getting towards the round-a-bout I turned left up towards Eccleshill Village and my first challenge: a short, but steep, hill. I ran to the top then turned right towards Morrisons, walking for a minute or so to catch my breath. I ran on the left side of the road because there are lots of side streets leading off of it, and so quite a few chances of a cheeky little walk. Next time I’ll try the right hand side as there’s hardly any side streets and the ones there are are mainly cul-de-sacs so you can easily assess whether you need to stop or not.
A slight downhill slope brought me to the corner where the Lane Ends Pub is (SO tempted) but I turned left and ran up the hill towards Bolton Junction. It’s a steady slope so I did a mixture of running and walking (about 60% running). I felt quite proud when i ran past the place where I burnt out last time I did this loop, and this spurred me on to run (downhill) towards the traffic lights.
I then did my longest bout of walking, about 2-3 minutes, up the hill towards the library, then turned right onto Leeds Road which would take me (flatly) all the way home. My plan was to take a short walking break after I passed the Manor Pub but there was a few kids in front of me (going in the same direction) so decided to run passed them. When I got passed, it wasn’t much further to the crossing so kept going. I waited for the lights to change, then ran all the way to the top of our driveway.
Pressing ‘Stop’ on Sports Tracker, I started to walk up and down the drive a few times to cool down and looked at my time. It said that I had run 5k in UNDER 30 minutes! Three seconds under, but a Sub 30minute 5k is a Sub 30minute 5k! It also told me that I’d now logged 100 miles on the app. Pleased with that! (I know it says 3.08mi but it didn’t start til I’d run a bit, and I couldn’t get my phone out to stop it straight away because my fingers were cold, so it levels out and I’m claiming it. So there.)
Sub 25min next!
On the 5th November (Remember Remember) as well as it being Bonfire Night, there’s a race going on in York. Not just any race, a 5k Fire Work Spectacular race called The Gun Powder Plod. As Guy Fawkes was from York, where better to have it? It’s in the late afternoon, in the dark, and there’s fireworks to guide you along. Afterwards there’s a bonfire and a huge Firework Display, along with food and beer tents and live music. You also get a t-shirt, medal, sparkler and picture with Guy Fawkes. (Not sure if it’s the real one or not. I got duped by a Santa like this once.)
This is going to be awesome.
Their website and more details are here:
(On a side note, my mate Rob once said to me: ‘You know Bonfire Night, why don’t they call it Guy Fawkes Night?’ I said ‘Er, they do.)
We’re moving house in a few weeks and so decided that I’m going to get a bike to ride to work and back, and it’d be a bit far to run every day. I mentioned this around the table and Ironman Tony has lent me a bike that he no longer uses. (I think that leaves him with four bikes…) I rode to work on it this morning (all downhill WHEEEEEEEEE!!!!) and am going to attempt to ride it home tonight. (Uphill. Boo.) It has those pedals where you need specialist shoes to clip in (he offered to lend me some, but haven’t been on a bike in years and I don’t think the first time back on one, riding down the main road downhill is best to try out a new way of being attached) and so my feet hurt a bit. And my legs. And my bum. I only peddled about three times, so not sure about the ride home…
Two thirds towards a triathlon!
(I can’t swim though.)