Fifth parkrun
Nov. 21st, 2015 01:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sawylWoke up with a bit of a sore throat — it's been gradually getting worse over the last few days — but decided that it wasn't bad enough to skip running this morning. After checking the forecast and a eyeing up the frost on my neighbours' roofs, I decided to break out my winter top for the first time this year.
During the short warm-up run down to the river, I soon came to realise the wisdom of my choice: not only was it cold but there was a strong, very sharp north-westerly blowing down the Exe valley and adding a significant amount of windchill.
The run itself was OK with a fast first couple of klicks aided by a strong tailwind followed by a significant slowdown on the way back, and a punishing last kilometer running straight into the teeth of it. My time wasn't spectacular — a mere 21:27 and 24th male — but I finished in time to be scanned early, and to defrost my poor hands with a cup of tea whilst waiting for the others.
I hadn't realised how grimy I'd was until I got in the shower and noticed two huge patches of dried mud on either leg, just below each knee, which I'd obviously managed to kick up at some point on the university playing field...
During the short warm-up run down to the river, I soon came to realise the wisdom of my choice: not only was it cold but there was a strong, very sharp north-westerly blowing down the Exe valley and adding a significant amount of windchill.
The run itself was OK with a fast first couple of klicks aided by a strong tailwind followed by a significant slowdown on the way back, and a punishing last kilometer running straight into the teeth of it. My time wasn't spectacular — a mere 21:27 and 24th male — but I finished in time to be scanned early, and to defrost my poor hands with a cup of tea whilst waiting for the others.
I hadn't realised how grimy I'd was until I got in the shower and noticed two huge patches of dried mud on either leg, just below each knee, which I'd obviously managed to kick up at some point on the university playing field...
