After going back in time 20 years last night, having a fab time dancing all night to an Indie Resurrection Disco, I needed a nice run to clear the Stone Roses from my head and to stretch my knees out (which are obviously not as bendy as they used to be in the 90s).
It was a bit drizzly but I managed to avoid most of the rain.
When you hear people being superfluous with their thanks to marshals, it can sometimes sound a bit over the top.
That is, until you are in the middle of a tough race, feeling the pain and agony, when suddenly on the top of random hills, appear angels with smiles and jelly babies and a sportident machine that beeps and reassures you that you are in the right place.
And then you remember again, how totally amazing those fabulous people are who give up their Saturdays and Sundays to wait around for us (me) to eventually stagger up the slope in front of them.
I did the new "short" dazh memorial Buttermere horseshoe race yesterday. It's down as 12.9 miles and 5000 feet of climb. We got 14.4 miles on the garmin and didn't add on too much unnecessary distance.
I ran it with my friend from running club. He is 65 and is carrying a slight injury at the moment... But still had to wait for me, and chat with those lovely marshals, on every hill.
It was very tough. Seemed harder than any other 12 mileish race I've done in the lakes. We did take a couple of imperfect lines so I might just have to go and do it again.
The setting is just perfect. Loweswater being a beautiful unspoilt corner of the lakes; the hills very quiet, grassy and gorgeous; views that didn't seem real ( think I was delirious); the hall and the helpers and the runners all friendly, welcoming and yet low key and relaxed.
It was all very lovely and I hope it keeps growing and continues to be a very special day for remembering daz and the things that he loved.
We turned off at Buttermere and headed back over Melbreak.
Obviously the trophy wasn't for me. Simon Booth ran the long faster than I did the short.
I forgot to wear my cap yesterday, so wore it today while collecting the flags for our local fell race. I enjoyed the peaceful walk round the route, by myself, across the moor.
A different feeling to yesterday but still celebrating the same things.
The pub run this week was from Oxenhope. A hard climb ( done very steadily) was rewarded by stunning views, drying peat bogs, strange cairns among old quarrys and one of the Stanza stones that I hadn't seen before.
Pathways Pete used to be known as Pet Shop Pete because he owned a pet shop. Now he's changed his name as his new hobby while semi retired is leading runs off road.
He has done a great job of encouraging new runners in the club to try off road routes. One of his devotees was telling me this week how lovely it was to discover many local places she never knew were there.
He is 75 this year so doesn't do bad!
This week it was Ilkley Moor. Home of historical alien sightings and according to Wikipedia, the second highest concentration of ancient rock carvings in Europe.
We ran seven miles, pottering around looking at different rocks and enjoying the views in the sunshine. A nice group to run with.