We had a rather wam run on Wednesday this week. We ran from Ilkley but ran up the opposite side of the valley to the moor. It's always a nice change and due to some creative navigation ( yes Kev got lost) we ended doing 7.3 miles. It was a lovely run.
We then retired to the Wharfe at Ilkley. There are lots of wonderful swimming spots here. Just perfect on a humid summer evening. We actually swam really near the bend in the river that my husband used to swim in, with his dad and four siblings, while growing up in Ilkley. The family favoured swimming spot!
It was brilliant and I want to go back soon with my two boys.
Then we dragged ourselves away from the silky, brown waters to drink Wharfedale Black (runs with a theme) and further discuss the plans we'd been making for a Frog Graham relay next summer. What a fab weekend that will be.
Ania also lost her car key on the way round, from a hole in her expensive running jacket ( she was very unimpressed with the standard of the seams). But we even managed to solve that problem and didn't have to put a brick through her car window, which was looking likely at one point.
So another great adventure filled evening, with like minded friends. I hope Ania will come again. X
Tonight it was the club annual hill climb in memory of Tony Minikin, a running club stalwart. Everyone sets off at 30 second intervals and there is a bike route and a run route. It's very relaxed and a nice social occasion.
It was a bit chilly when we got to the top of Keighley gate with a sneaky wind.
We did a bit of a detour on the way back down through some lovely woods that I've never been in before and Richard, Kevin and I kept up our Wednesday night swimming dips.
I didn't get a photo of us swimming tonight. This was at Easter so it is rather greener now. It was definitely the coldest that we've done. Very refreshing!
Then we quickly ran back down hill, to get changed and sit shivering outside the Busfield Arms, drinking beer and listening to Paul Morris' political analysis of Brexit, which was of course brilliant and cheered me up.
I still haven't finished my research about who's done the most Wednesday nights. It must be a while the way that some rituals are set in stone.
It's always nice to get out mid way through the week but some Wednesdays are extra special. Last night we ran on Ilkley Moor (5.7 miles I'm told). It's all very runnable on top of the moor. It was a lovely evening with sunshine, curlews shouting at us, long grass and great views.
The fact we'd put our foot ( or feet) down meant that we had plenty of time for a quick dip in one of the old reservoirs up at the top before racing back to the pub to get changed and sit out watching the sunset while drinking fab beer.
Almost made me think that things might turn out alright after all.
( Although every male member of the group moaned about how expensive the beer was).
Sometimes I like the repetitive nature of Wednesday summer runs. It's ten years in September since I did my first Wednesday summer run. I wonder what the record is?
Last night was Embsay and despite a little bit of road at the beginning, it was a very nice loop (5.5) to the top of the crag. Although they wouldn't entertain any swimming ideas this week. They said the reservoir looked too cold.
Well I jinxed it with my euphoric Spring postings and the weather has been freezing all week.
This culminated in a Thursday night run, with us setting out in ferocious hail that was hurting our faces for the first mile.
As we were half way up the first hill it started thundering. Jo's daughter phoned from a friend' house to say, " Have you seen the weather?" The response was, " Yes dear, I'm running in it and I need to get off the phone and keep moving so I don't get hyperthermia".
Then of course, at the top of the hill the clouds kept moving, the sun came out and it was lovely.