The Sunday run is never an easy one, logistically. Before meeting up with my partner in crime, Alex Simon, there are one or two tasks to complete before I can put on my trainers and make my way down to the prearranged meeting point.
Point 1: Always make sure that I'm up first and bring Sal a cuppa in bed.
Point 2: Make out that I could give Alex a bell and say that I can't make it today
and how about we do something together instead.
Point 3: Take Willow for her hourly walk and not 1 minute less. Never appear to
be in a rush.
Point 4: Throw some breakfast down as quickly as I can.
Point 5: Visit the smallest room in the house and do NOT leave until sure...
I wasn't sure what state the roads and paths would be in after all the snow. Luckily, there was enough of a thaw to provide us with visible tarmac on which to run. We ran from the church and took the anti-clockwise Winter Handicap route up to the windmills. Surface water ensured that our footwear was soaked through after the first mile, flippers would have been more appropriate!
Then we took a right turn and down to Ingbirchworth. Steady plod on the top road and then descended into Oxspring. About 19k or so of "putting the word to rights" at varying degrees of pace. The hardest part was the climb to the windmills, we both felt like a "bag a' spanners"!
Click on the link below to look at the data. The sharp drops are where we stopped to admire the crashed cars at the roadside and of course, a couple of P stops.
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