Janathon Day 22. The swamp

After the ignominy of forgetting Janathon yesterday*, and with an up coming race at the weekend, AND with having a day off, I thought I’d better get myself out for a run.

A lack of enthusiasm, along with a huge list of jobs to do (on my “day off”) meant I decided I just get out for a shorter run, but with some hills in it. Off I set down towards Slaughterford, with the sim of repeating the short but steep hill 3 times. Around a bend I was confronted with a puddle. An enormous puddle. In face, let’s not mince words, it was so large and so brown it was definitely a lake. I cannot tell a lie I did briefly consider turning around, but the effort of thinking of another route seemed worse than the effort of ploughing on through,so ploughing on it was. It was cold, it was muddy, it was over my ankles grimness.

I completed my 3 hill repeat. Yes there was walking, yes there was topping to give directions to a motorist who didn’t trust their satnav, yes there were puzzled looks from the workmen at the bottom who saw me three times, but I did it.

As I headed back towards the swamp, I stopped to take a photograph to prove just how horrible and huge it was. I was heading back through it, right in the middle, just as the bow wave was coming back over my ankles, I saw two other runners come round the corner. They stopped, watched me wading through, then told me they weren’t going through it and they were going to turn around.

“Did you run up that hill?” they asked admiringly. “Oh yes” I modestly replied. “And walked a bit” I honestly added.

“Are you training for Tough Mudder?” they asked.

“Oh no”, I replied. “Much worse – Slaughterford 9”!

Swamp puddle
Swamp puddle

*I know, I know – surely it consumes my every waking moment? It’s totally inconceivable as to how I might have forgotten?!

Janathon Day 21. The one I forgot

So if “carrying stuff to a car, sitting in the car, carrying stuff from car to student accommodation, walking around town in wind and rain, eating lunch and going home again” counts as exercise, then my Janathon is still on track. If I’m completely honest, with getting my daughter all packed up and back to university I completely forgot about Janathon and by bedtime didn’t even consider a quick plank or some other minimal exercise. It didn’t even cross my mind.

Whoops.

Think that’s my Janathon done.

Janathon Day 17. The one with the chest torch

A run. After work. In the dark. On my own. Mmmm, not so inviting.

A chance to finally try out the chest torch I bought myself? Oh well, s new gadget – now you’re talking!

5K later, after running in our dark little lanes I can say the chest torch is a huge hit. I could see at least 50m ahead of me, I could see my Garmin, and traffic definitely slowed down (and one car even stopped) because they could see me coming so clearly. I felt brace and safe. Also, I felt extra hardcore when it started sleeting on me. Running with chest torch

Janathon Day 16

As today was a day off from work, I had planned a day doing lots of useful stuff. This included a brisk run straight after breakfast to get the day started well.

Sadly, reality meant that I enjoyed a lazy lie-in, and when I finally thought I might pop out for a run, the onset of a hail shower soon dissuaded me to put it off until tomorrow.

So 30 leg lowers before bed it was, and the promise to get out for a run after work, in the dark, on my own, tomorrow. Yeah right!

Janathon Day 14. Ruuuuuuun!

(That’s a long run by the way).

Finally up and out today, for a 7 mile up and down run, through woods, along paths and down fields. Whilst it’s true my nose ran more than I did (i.e. constantly), I did find a new footpath to try. It turned out to be less interesting than I’d hoped.  I also demonstrated amazing willpower in running past my own house with my Garmin showing 6.5 miles in order to round it up to a respectable 7 miles. Impressive!

Photo of New footpath
New footpath