Monday, 21 April 2014

Being Sporadic

After not racing for over a year, I did three in a week.

Guess what? I loved them all.

The third was Anniversary Waltz. 

The sun shone and I even managed to look at the views.

Friday, 11 April 2014

Wednesday Night

I fell out with the Wednesday night runners (well some of them) last June and didn't do any more Wednesday night runs for the rest of the summer.

 I went back to head torch, over the winter (they weren't so annoying when I couldn't see them) but now the light nights are here I have to swallow my pride and go back to running with the old gits.

Last week was nice despite it being very foggy/claggy. We ran around in the mist and had a nice time.

This week it was from the Fleece and unfortunately (!) I was late to get there. So I parked on Penistone Hill and ran, by myself, across the moor to Top Withins of Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heighs fame.

Running is a funny thing.

You often set off, as I did on Wedneday, thinking about how cold it is and how you should have worn an extra layer (what if I perish on the moor), about how the sofa was nice and comfy (why did I leave it) and about how it is a bit lonely by yourself (hope there are no weir wolves).

But before you know it are speeding back on springy tracks, really cosy and happy cause you've just run all the way up all the steep hills, moving quickly in the dusk, with the incentive of getting off the moor before the dark and ...............just loving the fact you've been out.

Running's great like that.

And I did go to the pub afterwards to be sociable. Ram Tam helps with such things.

Open Access

One of my favourite Christmas presents was a new book about the West Yorkshire Moors. It was written by a fell running, map geek. I bet he's a good guy.

It details all the West Yorkshire moors and shows all the paths and trods, many not found on OS maps.

I've spent quite a bit of time reading it. I am at the far north of the geography of the map, so many of the moors are quite a way away but Haworth moor is fairly near by. It is a place well walked and often frequented by fell runners but like most similar places it is very easy to get off the beaten track.

The route I liked the look of was one such route. It very quickly got on the rough open moor and used some paths that appeared, as if by magic, in the middle of no where. Magic fairy tracks, used by grouse shooters (the more prosaic reality of life).

Although a secret path is always exciting, what ever its origin.

I had a fantastic run. You know you've had a good run when near the beginning it's so remote, exposed, windy and rainy that you wonder if you haven't been a bit cocky setting off by yourself and by the end you're totally delighted that you did carry on and complete the route.

And my navigation was spot on. I found everything just as it was supposed to be.  It would have been a bit more tricky in the clag but obviously, that's a new challenge for a different day.
Lad Stone, Crow Hill

Stanbury Trig

Alcomden Stones

View from Ponden Kirk


My boys are getting very pre teenish. They get very grumpy when hungry, which happens often, and want to spend copious amounts of time on the sofa.  It's getting harder to get them out.

But when I manage to ride the storm and persuade them out of the house, we have a great time.

This photo was the highlight of a bike ride yesterday. The downhill bridleway after a few hills.

So good, he had to go back up and do it again.