Adam in Runderland

After a long run on Saturday and a decent 8 miler on Tuesday it was time for the Thursday morning run. It was my turn to get to John's house for 7:15. I'd been awake since 5:30 so that wasn't a problem. We set off for the hills and climbed Caesar's Fort again. A tough incline to get the blood pumping. From the top we could see the sun just beginning to rise over the sea towards Belgium. We tracked west through thick mud which was more sticky than squelchy due to the cold - it was only a couple of degrees above zero and there was frost on the grass. Our path took us over the white horse marked on the side of the hill and the Channel Tunnel below that. We turned north and joined the road which wound its way towards the copse and radio mast the other side of Peene village. In the past we have crossed through the fields but we went further on the road for some reason, stopping to see the sun now fully up and glowing a deep orange. Eventually we spotted a footpath si...

A good week. I've managed 50 miles in 7 days and feel back to my best. No sign of pain in the foot and legs are strong. On Saturday Little John and I ran 10 miles pre parkrun. We headed out towards the Channel Tunnel and then back through the Elham valley, across the golf course into Hythe and returned to Folkestone along the canal before sprinting up Sandgate Hill. I followed that with my best parkrun time since August (20:20) and best placing since May (7th). Not sure where that came from except that it was very windy and most of the fast people were away on cross-country. On Sunday I headed out on another night run and kept to the lit streets down to the Harbour, up to the top of the Leas and back again, a 10 mile out and back. Tuesday morning I was with LJ again and we covered 10 miles. Then again on Thursday. This time we headed off piste along The Warren which is a trail in between the rail track and the sea. It was thick with slippy mud and a good excuse to ge...

Check out my latest reflection about night running. It's on my other blog: Contemplative Kenosis