Here is how I roughly saw the 4-day weekend panning out:
My series of ‘Frodo goes to Wales’, now in its second installment is like an idiots guide to running around. I say that because I would certainly not call myself an expert on it; I just do it a lot and make loads of mistakes. So much so, my new mantra these days is that if an adventure goes completely according to plan, it is not a successful adventure.
Just to explain that, I think it’s always a good idea to have a plan, however loose. It’s just that when things go wrong it’s also nice to just be able to roll with the punches.
One of the best things about running is that in theory, you only need a pair of half decent trainers to go out and do it, and with the rise of the concept of ‘barefoot’ running, it could be argued that we don’t even need that.
How come then, that as the years have gone on (I’m in my 4th year of running now), my running expenses seem to have gone up and up? Haven’t I got everything I need now?
My series “Frodo in Wales” takes a look at running and travelling on a budget. Part 1 took me from Chester, across to Conway along the coast, then down to Betws-y-Coed and finally to the summit of Moel Siobod and back.
View getting down again
Summit of Moel Siobod
Just so we’re clear, I haven’t got a clue what I’m doing. Part 1 taught me a lot of safety elements, and as a result, part 2 will be a lot more safety orientated; certainly when it comes to the mountain ranges. These deserve at least a little bit of respect and I don’t really want to get the mountain rescue involved if at all possible.
Retracing my steps from LEJOG. I remember stopping for a coffee here one evening before the final 15 miles to Exeter.
This weekend I was at a best mate’s wedding, down in Exeter; an event I certainly wasn’t going to miss after all the great times from our school years. It would have cost a small fortune to travel by train, and flying wouldn’t have been a lot cheaper. In the end, I elected to rent a car. The beauty of renting a car is that it can double up as accommodation if you’re not too bothered about a comfortable nights sleep, so when I woke up at 6:30am in the middle of Dartmoor, along the very road I ran up earlier in the year for LEJOG, it seemed remiss of me if I didn’t go out for a run on the moors again, in a county that happened to very good to me.
