A number of folk have asked me why this blog has gone quiet…apologies, we moved house and it turns out that BT aren’t capable of re-connecting you within a month (or more)…normal service will resume eventually. I hope.
In the meantime, I’ve been maintaining sanity by playing with a new toy…
A stroll at Studland with my little girl.
The second Purbeck Marathon was yesterday; as with last year, I couldn’t really wriggle out of this event as it passes my front door in Corfe Castle. Last year I did a lame three weeks’ of training beforehand, this year I did none at all; the reason was partly that I needed to recover from the big run three weeks ago, partly that I’m bone idle. I was assuming a fairly painful experience, hampered by whatever aches and pains were leftover from that event.
Surprisingly, I felt reasonably fine and ache-free and the miles flowed past. For the first time ever in a marathon, I found that I had something left in the tank towards the end, and was able to run the last couple of miles; well, not shuffle anyway. I came in a minute faster than last year…the course map and figures in the bottom picture are from last year, I’m too lazy to upload this again.
What an incredible event! You can hardly go far wrong with a course that takes in some of the finest scenery in Britain, but add in the great organisation, zillions of enthusiastic helpers and tub of local ice cream waiting at the end, and you have something really special. Many thanks to all involved.
A wet and windy stroll up on St Alban’s Head, this evening. Autumn has arrived.
The dynamic Czech duo, the Maderas (Maderovas?) were in town on Saturday, so I escaped the exciting spreadsheet I was working on and nipped out for a quick paddle at the Peveril Point tide race with them and their friends. It was a pleasure to catch up with them, as always.
Force 7 and 8 winds blasted the south coast for the second weekend in a row. I was supposed to be paddling in Pembrokeshire, but the weather forecast led to cancellation of the event I’d been going to. Surely summer has to arrive soon?
A windy walk on Swyre Head with my little girl was a good consolation prize…
A long run along the coast path before breakfast, but the Full English awaiting at the end certainly tasted good.
An evening paddle to say ‘hello’ to the seal who lives in Poole Harbour. It’s a Common Seal, but it’s actually pretty lonely.
Approaching Swanage Bay at the end of a seventeen mile dawn run along the coast path, yesterday. The cloud and haze were quickly dispersing, promising a gorgeous sunny breakfast on the seafront with Mrs R and Baby R. All good.
No blog posts as of late, because things have been somewhat busy on the work and life front. I missed the bank holiday weekend due to work (I took a group of students to Belgium and France, hence the pseudo-arty mobile phone pic of Bruges below) and the following weekend was my daughter’s first birthday…it turns out that these things are on a par with the Olympic Games Opening Ceremony in terms of organisation and logistics involved. All good, though, and I might just have squeezed a quick paddle and also a splendid MTB ride in when Mrs R had her back turned.
Still busy this weekend too, indeed I was stuck in work all day today. But the good news is that I spent part of yesterday patching up my sea kayak, with next weekend in mind…we are heading off to the Isles of Scilly! A break is much deserved I feel, and if all goes to plan I will end the holiday week by heading straight from Cornwall to the Isle of Wight and attempting something silly. Nothing can go wrong.
Crossing the finish line of my first ‘duathlon’ yesterday, held in nearby Wareham Forest…a four mile trail run followed by four laps of a mountain bike course (c12 miles), followed by a couple more miles of running.
Dubious fitness aside, my performance was marred by considerable incompetence; a few hundred metres into the run my gels all ejected from of my back pocket forcing me to run back up the trail stooping and dodging other runners, my bike gears wouldn’t shift on demand (should probably clean it occasionally), I broke every single rule on the ‘changeovers’ (e.g. apparently when you take your helmet off is a big deal, but at least they didn’t disqualify me) and I’m even not 100% sure I went the correct route on the final run.
Loved every single moment.
Thanks to TriPurbeck for organising this awesome event.
Last weekend we had the pleasure of watching Portland Coastguard’s search and rescue helicopter training along our local coast; after various low-flying and proximity-flying manoeuvres, a crew member (presumably one who drew the short straw) was lowered onto a cliff ledge, and then ‘rescued’ again. Rather them than me. We see this helicopter pretty much every time we head out on the Dorset coast, it gets a great deal of use in rescuing folk in distress. There are however moves afoot to remove the service; see below.
Racing the sunset…I wait until the fields behind the house turn orange, then hop on my bike and pedal like mad up the hill. Tonight I won.