Trailblazing
First new route of the "campaign"!
Winston and I went out for "at least 5 miles" yesterday afternoon, and ended up following our noses on to a pretty new route of 9.5 miles, which knocks the stuffing out of the
Long Dark Teatime of the Soul that was the bread and butter of last year's running.
The route takes you down Bottisham Lode to Lode and up Mill St to Lode Mill. Instead of heading west again to cross the disused railway, you take a left to follow the mill race down to Stow cum Quy. From there we were really making it up (we optimistically thought Stow was Horningsea as we approached it) and heading as directly as we could for home, but there are some great opportunities to use that Stow-Lode bit to lengthen out a Long Dogs or some such.
As for the running - felt great. It was pretty cold, and even with a fleece top and leggings Winst started to get really chilly. We'd both recovered by 7.30pm in time to knock back several excellent ales at his place. Excellent!
Rude awakening
After feeling upbeat after a good run on the hash on Monday night (
The pantomime hash? Bloody pantomime every week...) I've just had a cold hard bump back to earth.
I'm just back from a doing the "
long dogs" with Ed. Urgh! My legs just weren't interested - my right calf was complaining all the way around and my hamstrings were tightening up around 9 miles. I'll have a motivational chat with them in the shower now and hopefully they'll sort their act out by the weekend.
The road to heaven.........
...is paved with bad intentions. Yesterday, inexplicably, I ran 7 miles in blue skied winter sun. It could be worse. Not a cockroach in sight.
The only obstacle between this successful motivated runner and going hashing tonight is a stitch up by Raquel F-ing Harper (name changed to protect the guilty).
The hash has been emailed that: -
Monday is the Christmas Panto trail....
Winston and Jeremy are drawing straws about who will be the back end of their pantomime cow...
and.. you have been promoted to tonight's chorus. In preparation, could you please rehearse the tune to 'Show me the way to Amarillo'. Jeremy and Winston you will be allowed out of the cow to sing.
Panto equipment at hand: -
1 Tartan hat + red hair (from a Scottish fancy dress hash)
1 Gay walk (from, er, trying too hard not to, probably)
Have you heard of the little known panto character, McFaggott, Prince of Mince? Me neither.
Good intentions

Phil and I actually managed to drag our sorry arses out of bed for a run early enough to see the sun rise a couple of weeks ago. Only 5k, but
so beautiful by the river - very crisp, and very still.
I need a smaller, faster camera for this stuff. I love taking pictures while I'm out running, but don't like all the stopping and waiting, and having to hold the case to stop it flapping around is a pain.
The first photo is from Bottisham lock looking upstream (towards Cambridge). The second is of Phil running along the bank, with a narrowboat's cyclamen in the foreground.
The beginning of things
So, Yet Another Blogging Experiment. More of a displacement activity than a new paradigm.
Here's what I'm aiming for: - I have a bunch of mates from the local Hash House Harriers who are all aiming at a Spring '06 marathon, having done one or more marathons before now. I was training with Winston (one of these marahashers) at the weekend and we thought it would be exceptionally diverting to set up a shared blog to record our experiences this time around.
Now, with one post done, it's up and going - a good time to figure out how it will work.