I’m really pleased that I’m leaving the cold behind.
The Hash tonight was from the Crown Inn at Regil and I wanted to push myself to get some training in for the hill climb in the relay. I did all the fishhooks (where a certain number of front runners have to run to the back of the group before ploughing on) and sprinted on my forefoot the last long one back.
So fingers crossed
Sunday was wet and breezy and that was great. 11,600 people ran and 900 lost their timing chips in the rain – including a friend of ours and he finished in 1:28, so I hope they can give him an official time from the photographs crossing the line.
How did I do? Well I survived and with no injuries at all. 13 miles on hard roads and cobbles in off road shoes and it was the fastest
Tonight’s hash runs from Roger Wilkins Cider Farm – hurrah!
It’s such beautiful countryside around here. Mudgely sits on a ridge in the levels that runs west from Wells – the Mendips rise to one side and in the distance the Blackdowns on the other. We’re getting beautiful sunsets but with the sun disappearing around 8 o’clock now we’ll soon be into torch light.
I’m finding that the effects of barefoot running often only reveal themselves with time. It’s impact, in both senses of the word, is not as immediate as with conventional running. I’m used to something hurting if I’m doing it wrong and the pain or discomfort stopping when I cease to do it. Barefoot seems a lot more subtle, or at least slow to catch up.
I felt good after the hash
So it’s been just over two weeks since I last went for a run and I’m back in the UK, and more importantly back in Somerset. My left knee is definitely improved on the range of its flexion, especially when I am sitting on my knees but I feel that there is still a niggle lurking in there: a soreness, an instability. It’s still not 100%.
I’m itching to go for a run and tonight’s hash