Have you ever found yourself in one of those really surreal situations that has you thinking: “How did my life take me to this point?”, “What did I do to get myself here?” – Well, I seem have these moments on a regular basis right now; sometimes good, often bad, always kind of funny to assess afterwards.
To give you an example, a few months back in sudden a moment of clarity, I noticed that I was sat eating a sandwidge in a shower cubicle on a campsite in Peterborough.
Although Cheshire does not have any mountains, the hilly terrain has a lot to offer to runners; and in winter this becomes particularly interesting..
This route covers the Middlewood Way; an old railway line now popular with walkers, horse riders and cyclists as well as runners, up as far as Lyme Park on the edge of Cheshire. Today this was deep in snow and finding the trail to run along was tricky enough, let alone the hills on route.
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It has been a genuinely unbelievable year for me and my little hobby of running about. I have covered around 3,000 miles just using my feet, raised over £3,500 for various charities and discovered so many gems we have in the UK as places to visit and run through.
North Cornwall coast
The year, like many others before it, started in January. I had about a week to try and lose what I could of the Christmas beer gut and get myself back to fitness before my first event. There were a lot of big races booked ahead of me, and the first one was a 45 mile ultra, second week in January.
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.
OBJECTIVE: Go to Wales – Let the public decide your route – See where you end up at the end of the weekend. Simple.
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.
What do you do when you find out you don’t get PB’s from just simply running anymore?
I started running in 2010; labouring through 10k’s and struggling through injuries all the way up to marathon distance by 2011. All the while however, if I was fit and uninjured, I would ALWAYS run a PB. That went without saying.