More snow. More wardrobe malfunctions.
It all started off OK. Well except for Kenny's ridiculous route to Ayres End Lane. But other than that everything seemed quite normal, perhaps a bit too normal, as we made our way over to Heartwood Forest. It wasn't until we got to our final wooded section, Langley Wood, that it started to go wrong.
First there was the bench. Nice touch - gave Niall and me somewhere comfortable to sit while we were waiting for Mr Mega Miles.
And them there was the deer. No - not real. Made out of twigs and stuff. Very clever. Worth a photograph? Yes. Worth getting your kit off for? Hmm - pass.
And finally there was the question of what to do with Kenny's clothes? Luckily throwing has never been one of my strong points. Otherwise they'd still be up that tree.
Twelve miles. Lots of snow. Great scenery. One nutter.
Saturday, 9 January 2010
Friday, 8 January 2010
City - Wharf - City
Having bumped into a thankfully fully clothed Niall on the way to work we arranged to meet at Honour God Arch at 12 midday for a run east. Unfortunately by then his wardrobe malfunction fetish had returned and I found him waiting for me (sorry about that) minus gloves and long bottoms. Shorts are fine on warm days. I'm not so sure they are the best choice when the temperature is bang on zero.
It was good to see the pavements in the City had been gritted and without Martin to divert us we made to make good time to St Katherine Dock. However, it was a different story on the Wapping canal-side paths. But it takes more than a spot of compacted snow and ice to put off the City of London chapter of Running Fource (wot - no Simon?).
Keen to ratchet up new routes for the man in shorts we pushed on as far as Canary Wharf (3.5 miles) before turning. Speed on the way back increased the closer we got to home. This was part due to improved grip underfoot and part due to the temperature dropping. By the time I reached the gym snow had begun to fall although it had stopped when I left again 10 minutes later.
As you would expect, given today's conditions, our pace was on the easy side. However, we did manage to get in a couple of short bursts of speed when passing under bridges.
So what we need for the weekend is a route that involves running under as many bridges and through as many tunnels as possible - shouldn't be too difficult to arrange...
It was good to see the pavements in the City had been gritted and without Martin to divert us we made to make good time to St Katherine Dock. However, it was a different story on the Wapping canal-side paths. But it takes more than a spot of compacted snow and ice to put off the City of London chapter of Running Fource (wot - no Simon?).
Keen to ratchet up new routes for the man in shorts we pushed on as far as Canary Wharf (3.5 miles) before turning. Speed on the way back increased the closer we got to home. This was part due to improved grip underfoot and part due to the temperature dropping. By the time I reached the gym snow had begun to fall although it had stopped when I left again 10 minutes later.
As you would expect, given today's conditions, our pace was on the easy side. However, we did manage to get in a couple of short bursts of speed when passing under bridges.
So what we need for the weekend is a route that involves running under as many bridges and through as many tunnels as possible - shouldn't be too difficult to arrange...
Wednesday, 6 January 2010
More snow, less clothes
This must be the first run I have done that started by standing on someone's doorstep while their running bottoms were posted out of the letterbox. I mean leaving home without say your key or gloves is understandable. But forgetting your trousers!!!
Anyway, wardrobe malfunction aside, today it snowed. Well actually it started during the night so by morning the carpet was some four inches deep. With more snow forecast for later in the day only a demented masochist would risk trusting First Crapital Disconnect to get them to London and back.
Met up with he who forgot his trousers (hwfht) at 2pm just as the snow started to dump down again. With little wind it didn't feel too cold and the trails were fine under foot.
During our seven-mile jaunt we managed to include a few paths hwfht hadn't run before which is always good. Although not a good as shaking a tree just after you've run past it so the person behind gets the instant snowman treatment! Childish? Yeah whatever.
Anyway, wardrobe malfunction aside, today it snowed. Well actually it started during the night so by morning the carpet was some four inches deep. With more snow forecast for later in the day only a demented masochist would risk trusting First Crapital Disconnect to get them to London and back.
Met up with he who forgot his trousers (hwfht) at 2pm just as the snow started to dump down again. With little wind it didn't feel too cold and the trails were fine under foot.
During our seven-mile jaunt we managed to include a few paths hwfht hadn't run before which is always good. Although not a good as shaking a tree just after you've run past it so the person behind gets the instant snowman treatment! Childish? Yeah whatever.
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