It was a horrible journey home from work tonight, with rain that overwhelmed even the crazy-speed setting on the windscreen wipers and drainage that couldn’t cope with the surface water.
Lightning was still flashing and thunder still crashing all around when I got home, but the rain had passed by, so into our matching Ron Hill Tracksters Mick and I changed, ready for a short jog-ette over the local estate (landed-gentry sort of estate that is, in case you’re picturing streets of matching houses).
Mick had already been for his proper run this morning, but volunteered to come out again to accompany me on my trundle. He even had the decency to say that he would run, rather than walking alongside my pathetic attempts at speed.
I’m not quite sure how 90% of the circular route came to be uphill, but I was once again proud of myself for making it up the Big Hill without stopping or walking (well, except for crossing the cattle grids – I draw the line at running over cattle grids!).
That’s three jog-ettes this year now, all of which have fallen in the last 10 days. Even better, there’s no grumbling from the achilles at all.
Duh - go the other way round - only 10% will be uphill!
ReplyDeleteHowever, running uphill seems to be good for your achilles. Perhaps you should try something steeper? Or carry a few brieze blocks?
Have fun, anyway.
I've always wondered about finding a circular route that was 100% downhill, like a real-life Escher painting :D
ReplyDeleteWhat's this 'work' thing you're doing?
ReplyDeleteYou really should be more careful!
JJ