snake eyes

Sunday dawned wet and windy so Sal and I went to Waverton for breakfast. OK, the weather had nothing to do with either our having breakfast or our location, but I fancied a new place and found a new place and it was very good and surprisingly cheap. If we go back to the place I cannot recall the name of I will make an effort to rememebr the name of the place. We then trotted off to see a movie, found nothing appealing, bumped into JCJ and Susan, had another coffee and headed home where, with the woodchip I did not mention the purchase of, I finished my gardening duties as the sun decided to make an appearance through broken cloud. Got all that? Good. Sal, being more with-child each day, was knackered by lunchtime so I decided to go on a soo bush walk, a nice long one that would make me feel better about my lack of training over the last couple of weeks (injury, shin splint...marathon now six days away...)

My plan was to walk to Roseville Bridge, hit the trail back to Seaforth and then maybe walk home, maybe get the bus. The route is one I ran regularly as part of my Six Foot Track training, is very pretty and has some nice climbs that even at a walk count as decent exercise. And it was still quite warm, so I expected to sweat my arse out, also good practice if the weather decides that summer is now here.

...OK, on the marathon note, I'm off to pick up my chip and number, then I'll diary the walk...nice pic huh?

Number collected, mixed berry smoothie at the ready and I shall continue. Showers were expected yesterday afternoon, so I took a rain jacket in a backpack and a spare shirt to change into if I needed to wear the jacket. I'm not a fan or rain coats; I'll wear one if I suspect I will get cold and wet. If I wear one I will get wet regardless, only it will be sweat rather than rain, which is not a massive improvement unless it is cold. Anyway, there was a shower as, one hour in, I got to the start of the bush track. The rain was light, there was some cover from the trees so I did not need the jacket. I sweat my arse of anyway.