offal-ly good times

nursing a very slight hangover yesterday, running plans were put on hold. the only cure, a day of gentle pottering. we were already in the derbyshire hills, having spent the evening 'sipping' wine and sampling new cheese (black bomber-razor blade cheddar yet creamy soft) in the o-p's caravan.

content to sit and marvel at the views from the comfort of the chair/bed, radio 4's calming tones, the rustle of newspapers and the occasional click of the kettle, the only noise. a short jaunt to bakewell and back to the 'van with sweet and savory treats.

i chose the bakewell pudding, jane chose the haslet. only one of these was actually finished. i'm glad i tried the pork the entrails, now i never have to do that again. unlike the haslet, the bakewell pudding tasted infinitely better than it looked.

cheese, pudding, haslet miles:
* i managed a slow 3m jog to work this morning
* jane did 17m. her furthest yet. she is now officially in haslet deficit.

the 'what a lovely evening' ride

a warm evening sun, five bicycles and dusty tracks. a ride of simple pleasures, managing the steps without a thought, bouncing over roots and slithering between the trees. spinning and smiling and ginger bread chomping.

curtain twtiching

inspired by jane logging yet another half marathon last weekend, i attempted to go for a long run this morning. thwarted before i even left the house. our street was cordoned off, with armed police stood outside the front door. i don't need to be told twice. after a few hours they'd gone. still have no idea what/who they were looking for. in the mean time i cleaned the house and baked some gingerbread men.

i bet nigella doesn't have to put up with such distractions.

photography and cake

went to see the diane arbus exhibition at the nottingham contemporary. fascinating portraits of american life. sub cultures within sub cultures. definitely worth a visit.

we also had our photos taken in the world's largest photo booth. jane, me, what a pair of beauties. then we had some cake....

swimming

bit of a soggy run along derwent edge this morning. but more importantly back in time for le tour. thank goodness for itv4+1. how do other folk cope keeping up with their soaps and tv shows? the past three weeks of my life have been completely dictated by tour highlights and live streaming.

come on schleck!

the 'which way' ride

big gear pushing, new path finding, flying ant swatting, death road speeding, flapjack sharing, hernia hill grinding, tuesday evening riding.

no one's chain came off and we beat the rain.

lawhw

it's been four weeks since the whw and i miss it already. and before you say "i told you so," i'm still not going to do it again....well not next year anyway (but it's now, an itch that will have to be scratched). i miss the the idea of a big challenge, but not the way the whw seemed to paralyze me into inactivity.

i've had a good ol' think about what makes for a good day out and the kind of challenges that leaving me wanting more. the conclusion, it's got to involve big hills and possibly sometime trying to sleep under the stars. with next year being taken up with going back to skool a series of mini adventures are being planned. also, there's been a distinct lack of cakes in recent months.

life after west highland way. no structure, no training, no logic. just doing some stuff to make me smile, whilst wiping the cake crumbs from my face.

one day...

i'll give the stairs ago...maybe.

work to trail in less than 10. the kind of ride where the bike gets cleaner and you get damper. 'is it raining? i hadn't noticed'...too busy spinning and sliding and just enjoying the riding.

saunders lakeland mountain marathon

...and a week of recovery in the lakes. also known as, the perfect antidote to the whw race.

jo normally runs with her dad in the saunders. unfortunately his knee'd been giving him some serious gip, so with a week to go i bravely stepped in. my only concern being that we could still top out in the mixed vet category in kirkfell!

jo's a very competent navigator so my only job was to keep up and remind her to eat occasionally. saturday was a day of great running, high fells with fantastic views. mid camp was full of laughter and rehydrated meals. company and race tales provided by jane and vikki (carrock fell, moving up a category from last year) and cat and ruth (wansfell, mountain marathon virgins). jane and vikki had a good day out but the all the drama belongs to cat and ruth.

somehow they missed their first checkpoint but stumbled on number two. from here they were able to work out where they were, went back to number one before returning to number two. this would be the last checkpoint they would find today. and a few hours of searching, even using police style techniques they decided to call it a day. arriving at mid camp long over due but with smiles as broad as the valley. impressive.

to our surprise we'd finished day1 just 15min behind the first female team. but more importantly first mixed vet. i realise this doesn't count as we're both ladies and too young but i wanted to do john proud. not a bad result for a day that felt like a lovely trot out with friends. as the evening sun disappeared behind the crags, we slipped into our down bags. tomorrow would be race day.

a gray cold morning is never the most inspiring way to start but we had time to try and make up, and even in the clag longsleddale is a beautiful place. i'm always surprised at how quickly you can pack up camp. being so self sufficient is really satisfying.

a tricky day for navigation but jo was fantastic, no time lost and pretty much spot on for every checkpoint. in total contrast to the previous day, it was hard going. still runnable but an energy sapping wind and horizontal rain making for less than pleasant conditions.

three checkpoints from the end we came upon another female pair. after a mutual 'sizing up' i was pretty sure they were the leading team. however, as we didn't know what time they'd started we didn't know if we'd made or lost minuets to them. nothing like a bit of excitement to warm freezing limbs. we tried to pass them but they were really strong. the final quarter of a mile was real running. we both crossed the line knowing we had nothing left. what better way to finish. after pushing hard and keeping each other going, i feel like i've made new friend and partner in crime. hopefully one who'll let me follow her around again. jane and vikki finished in good time, with vikki praising jane's navigation. and amazingly cat and ruth found all the check points and in the right order. obviously they work better in tough conditions!!

as for the those 15min, well, we only made up 5. and we lost time to the eventual mixed vet winners. but overall we came 26/78 and second female team (kirkfell).

the rest of last week was spent with jane's family on holiday in the lakes. celebrating her mum's 60th, with a run along the screes in wasdale, too much cheese, too much ale, just the right amount of pimms a few walks, probably not quite enough cake and biscuits, nursing hangovers, aching knees and colds.

i have discovered the cure to ultra running failure.