Each year I only remember well into December, too late to
even start, however this time I read about it on Tuesday the 3rd and
realised I had accidentally already completed the first two days, Sunday and
Monday being normal running days for me. A minimum of 3 miles or 25 minutes per
day, whichever comes first, doesn’t sound much to begin with but obviously gets
progressively harder although I managed surprisingly comfortably. Having said that,
there were undoubtedly one or two days where just getting out of the door was
an effort, the weather being the biggest problem – think of the low
temperatures and the incessant wind and rain through most of this month. Dogged
determination and stupidity (pre-requisites for ultra-running) were my greatest
allies, more than one comment from my fellow-harriers confirming this, such as
‘ya daft sod’, ‘are you nuts?’, ‘you’re aff yer heid’, etc, etc. Thanks for the
encouragement guys…in truth you were all very encouraging.
Taking part in races was also a great motivation for
continuing and I ran the Tollcross, Pollock and Victoria parkruns not
forgetting that old perennial, the Ayrodynamic Turkey Trot. The latter was
probably the most enjoyable day of the lot, running both the 5k and 10k races
with around 20 minutes break between the two in the bright and warm Boxing Day sunshine. Not to mention
the good company of other Calderglen
harriers and Athelites.
Some brief numbers: 32 runs in 31 days..169.5 miles in total..an
average of 5.296875 miles per run..only 3 days of sunshine..1 massage from
Grant…and goodness only knows how many washes and how much Daz.
The contrast between the first and last outings of the month
couldn’t have been greater, the first being a very enjoyable long run down the
glen to Blantyre and back with Ian (and Jez!) on a calm and sunny Sunday
morning (we only got lost the once) and the last a stolid, lonely plod through
the cold, wind and rain which have been almost a constant throughout December
2013
The next question of course is whether to do a parkrun or
not on Ne’erday or, more to the point, will Alison put up with another set of winter
running gear washing? Will I survive her wrath if I run again so soon? Will the
washing machine survive the pounding it’s been getting?
If I live I’ll see you all at the club next year