Been on the bike tonight. A good solid leg buster. I was going to go for a run.. but I just had to build the composter - doh...
and there she is..
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
The Compostables
Finally my composter has arrived. Since I decided to get one I've cringed every time I've thrown away stuff I know could compost. A spot of night time diy later and I'm set to get down and dirty with the worms. Come on you little wriggle things. Hang on, I'm getting ahead of myself, there's nothing in it at the moment and from the size of it, it's going to take a while...
Been on the bike tonight. A good solid leg buster. I was going to go for a run.. but I just had to build the composter - doh...
and there she is..
Been on the bike tonight. A good solid leg buster. I was going to go for a run.. but I just had to build the composter - doh...
and there she is..
Monday, March 12, 2012
Looking At The Maps
Been giving the Offa's 120k - as I've named it - some more thought. The journey to Knighton doesn't seem quite so straight forward - which is a shame. Searching online reveals flippin' loads of different ways to get there. All of which entail lots of swapping and changing - and there was me thinking I could get a train straight from Gloucester. Damn fool.
The plan as it is so far is to travel up midday Thursday the 5th April, B&B somewhere overnight and then head out into the great outdoors Good Friday to arrive home late Saturday evening. The only weak link - OK, one of the many weak links - will be the weather because once I commit to it I don't fancy two days on foot in the pouring rain. It should be good training for the traverse and the Saunders.
Oh, and while I think about it. Tonight's homemade curried butternut squash and sweet corn soup was lush - plus four portions for the freezer. Oh yeah, I sure know how to live...
The plan as it is so far is to travel up midday Thursday the 5th April, B&B somewhere overnight and then head out into the great outdoors Good Friday to arrive home late Saturday evening. The only weak link - OK, one of the many weak links - will be the weather because once I commit to it I don't fancy two days on foot in the pouring rain. It should be good training for the traverse and the Saunders.
Oh, and while I think about it. Tonight's homemade curried butternut squash and sweet corn soup was lush - plus four portions for the freezer. Oh yeah, I sure know how to live...
Sunday, March 11, 2012
A Mad Idea
Today was a good day but I was too lazy on the running front. My legs are tired but that shouldn't stop me. The day's been good it's just that I've been too lazy. Still can't seem to gee myself up. As I sit and relax ideas are formulating. Now, if I was stuck in the middle of nowhere I'd have no choice but to run, Forest, run wouldn't I? Yes, that's what I thought. Over the last year I've accumulated a fair bit of light weight kit - yep, I'm all set for the Saunders - but I can't just use it once or twice a year. [I can see where this is headed..]
I fully intend a crack at the Offa's Dyke in 60 hours later this year. Ah ha, why not try a bit of training for it! Looking at the map, Knighton has a train station. That means I should be able to get there pretty easy. I've not had a holiday for a while. Not been away proper since last September - for the wet weekend that was the Peris Hourseshoe. Giving serious thought to a little excursion on Easter weekend. A two day running - crawling by the end no doubt - extravaganza!
The initial concept is to start out from Knighton, carrying full kit including tent, and follow the Offa's Dyke path to Hay-on-Wye, wild camping up on the hill - and maybe a pint in the pub before hand. Day two across to - and past - Monmouth following Offa's before picking up the Wysis Way home. It will be tough. Of that I have no doubt. I will be moving on foot for the entire day without question. As long as I can plan in a couple of pub lunches on route, I reckon I can do it. First estimate is for a distance in the region of 110-120km (68-75miles). Should be bloody good.
Time to organise, plan and book it in the diary. Then I'll have no choice but to do it. Sounds like a proper Mad Runner plan...
I fully intend a crack at the Offa's Dyke in 60 hours later this year. Ah ha, why not try a bit of training for it! Looking at the map, Knighton has a train station. That means I should be able to get there pretty easy. I've not had a holiday for a while. Not been away proper since last September - for the wet weekend that was the Peris Hourseshoe. Giving serious thought to a little excursion on Easter weekend. A two day running - crawling by the end no doubt - extravaganza!
The initial concept is to start out from Knighton, carrying full kit including tent, and follow the Offa's Dyke path to Hay-on-Wye, wild camping up on the hill - and maybe a pint in the pub before hand. Day two across to - and past - Monmouth following Offa's before picking up the Wysis Way home. It will be tough. Of that I have no doubt. I will be moving on foot for the entire day without question. As long as I can plan in a couple of pub lunches on route, I reckon I can do it. First estimate is for a distance in the region of 110-120km (68-75miles). Should be bloody good.
Time to organise, plan and book it in the diary. Then I'll have no choice but to do it. Sounds like a proper Mad Runner plan...
Grow My Beauties, Grow
Been turning my hand to gardening again today. The herbs are looking in good shape, including my favourite, coriander, although it took a time to show its face. Next up I thinned out the tomatoes from the pot and re-planted to the grow bag. They now look a little sad but I'm hoping nature, being the wonderful thing it is, will work its magic. I'm the first to admit I don't really know what I'm doing. How big do they need to be before I thin them and plant them on? I don't bloody know. The books help but the three or four I've got aren't an idiots guide - and that's what I need. This is certainly going to be a bit of an experiment.
The chillis are my biggest worry. So far they are a no show - and they're the thing which got me trying all this. They better flippin' start sprouting soon. Just in case I have sown another batch of even hotter ones. Hopefully I will get some chillis by harvest time. Fingers crossed. Hopefully the newly sown spring onions will behave themselves and appear to the schedule.
With all the seeding done it was time to head outdoors into the garden to plant up some tatties in one of my raised beds. Apparently I will need to keep them well watered - better put a 'recurring' in my diary... And I knew there was a reason I kept that chicken wire - there'll be no cats s%!*ing on my plot.
Finally it was the turn of the grass to be cut with a little re-seeding on a few of the bare patches. I can see it's going to keep me busy from now till autumn - arse - and I really need my composter to arrive!
The grow-servatory...
The chillis are my biggest worry. So far they are a no show - and they're the thing which got me trying all this. They better flippin' start sprouting soon. Just in case I have sown another batch of even hotter ones. Hopefully I will get some chillis by harvest time. Fingers crossed. Hopefully the newly sown spring onions will behave themselves and appear to the schedule.
With all the seeding done it was time to head outdoors into the garden to plant up some tatties in one of my raised beds. Apparently I will need to keep them well watered - better put a 'recurring' in my diary... And I knew there was a reason I kept that chicken wire - there'll be no cats s%!*ing on my plot.
Finally it was the turn of the grass to be cut with a little re-seeding on a few of the bare patches. I can see it's going to keep me busy from now till autumn - arse - and I really need my composter to arrive!
The grow-servatory...
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Bit Disappointing
Not with the run but the promise of gert lush conditions so cruelly withdrawn. I was bathed in sunshine on the drive across to Llanthony. I was bathed in sunshine as I ascended up to Offa's Dyke. After ten minutes along ridge the cloud descended and, well, that was that for most of the run.
Setting off I was really looking forward to some great views so in that respect the run was a rather large disappointment. Still, I got the miles run - and I even managed to add a mile pirouette as I ballsed things up royally in the near zero visibility as headed off Rhos Dirion for the ridge down to Waun Fach. I knew there was a gate to go through, and having veered a little off to the left to keep out of the boggy path I ended up heading off to the left on a small path. Once again my spidey senses told me something was wrong as I looped back round to attempt to locate the gate again. Second time round I kept to the right to successfully find it. Mind you, the bloke I passed - twice - must have wondered what was going on...
The other disappointment was that the live tracking stopped working so soon into the run. I checked on things once or twice and it appeared to be doing the business - ie, it was showing the route plotting away merrily on the screen but it must have got fed up sending it up to the interweb. Oh well, more investigation of other tracking software required, me thinks.
Anyway, back to business. The run along the ridge over Waun Fach and Pen y Gadir Fawr was fairly text book - even if one couldn't see anything. Even had time to stop atop Pen y G to give some directional advice to a group of walkers who asked for a little help. I'll tell you what though, the run from Rhos Dirion to Crug Mawr goes on forever and when you can't see anything it's pretty bloody boring - might as well have been road running - ok, maybe not. Finally as I approached Crug the cloud lifted and the sun came back out to play.
Having reached Crug I then dropped off across no mans land down to the edge of the forest - a little recce I've been meaning to do for a while to test the possibility of running a direct line midway up the forest boundary to Crug in the BM race. The terrain wasn't actually as rough as it looks. Can't say for certain as I need to run it in the proper direction but my initial feeling is that it could be a goer. I will know more once I go at it in the race direction.
From there I followed a few foot paths here, a few foot paths there - and a few that weren't there at all before ascending up to Bal Bach and dropping down to Llanthony and the finish. In all I covered 26 miles with about 4,500 feet of ascent and, as you can see from the route, I didn't add the bonus section for extra climb - but then again, we all knew I wasn't going to, didn't we?
Home now and bloody knackered. Toot toot.
Setting off I was really looking forward to some great views so in that respect the run was a rather large disappointment. Still, I got the miles run - and I even managed to add a mile pirouette as I ballsed things up royally in the near zero visibility as headed off Rhos Dirion for the ridge down to Waun Fach. I knew there was a gate to go through, and having veered a little off to the left to keep out of the boggy path I ended up heading off to the left on a small path. Once again my spidey senses told me something was wrong as I looped back round to attempt to locate the gate again. Second time round I kept to the right to successfully find it. Mind you, the bloke I passed - twice - must have wondered what was going on...
The other disappointment was that the live tracking stopped working so soon into the run. I checked on things once or twice and it appeared to be doing the business - ie, it was showing the route plotting away merrily on the screen but it must have got fed up sending it up to the interweb. Oh well, more investigation of other tracking software required, me thinks.
Anyway, back to business. The run along the ridge over Waun Fach and Pen y Gadir Fawr was fairly text book - even if one couldn't see anything. Even had time to stop atop Pen y G to give some directional advice to a group of walkers who asked for a little help. I'll tell you what though, the run from Rhos Dirion to Crug Mawr goes on forever and when you can't see anything it's pretty bloody boring - might as well have been road running - ok, maybe not. Finally as I approached Crug the cloud lifted and the sun came back out to play.
Having reached Crug I then dropped off across no mans land down to the edge of the forest - a little recce I've been meaning to do for a while to test the possibility of running a direct line midway up the forest boundary to Crug in the BM race. The terrain wasn't actually as rough as it looks. Can't say for certain as I need to run it in the proper direction but my initial feeling is that it could be a goer. I will know more once I go at it in the race direction.
From there I followed a few foot paths here, a few foot paths there - and a few that weren't there at all before ascending up to Bal Bach and dropping down to Llanthony and the finish. In all I covered 26 miles with about 4,500 feet of ascent and, as you can see from the route, I didn't add the bonus section for extra climb - but then again, we all knew I wasn't going to, didn't we?
Home now and bloody knackered. Toot toot.
Today's 26 mile loop out of Llanthony...
Live Track
Going to track the live tracking again for today's run. May or may not work depending on whether I can remember how to do it! Check the live tracking page for sucess or not... Be starting 10ish..
Friday, March 09, 2012
Planning For Tomorrow
A trip to Abergavenny, or more accurately, just on past it, Llanthony. I've got a big circular loop planned in the reverse traverse - nice - direction. Starting at Llanthony Priory I'm going to head up to Offa's and head out to Hay nonny nonny Bluff and across the 'Knob'. Then all the way round to Crug Mawr, passing over Waun Fach, Pen y Gadir Fawr and all the others on route. Finally the drop down into the valley, the rise up the ridge to Bal bach and the final descending back down to Llanthony.
In all I reckon that should be somewhere towards 40k and about 4,000 feet of ascent. If I'm honest I need a bit more ascent and if I'm still feeling energetic by the time I reach Waun Fach - which isn't likely - then from there I will loop round to Pen Trumau, drop down into the valley for the climb back to Pen y Gadir Fawr. That should add about 4k to the route and another 1,000 feet of ascent - and probably really piss me off. Going to be the first to admit that the likelihood of that addition is low to almost negligible - but you never know...
In all I reckon that should be somewhere towards 40k and about 4,000 feet of ascent. If I'm honest I need a bit more ascent and if I'm still feeling energetic by the time I reach Waun Fach - which isn't likely - then from there I will loop round to Pen Trumau, drop down into the valley for the climb back to Pen y Gadir Fawr. That should add about 4k to the route and another 1,000 feet of ascent - and probably really piss me off. Going to be the first to admit that the likelihood of that addition is low to almost negligible - but you never know...
Thursday, March 08, 2012
Not The Best Lunch
My legs didn't want to play today. Pretty much from the off I knew I was going to have to settle for 'well at least I got out for a run'. The entire run was just a slog. I never got going. We ran out along the A38 - scenic as ever with the quarry lorries thundering past and the wind blowing in your face, and the whole world getting on your case, the pretty lady we ran past didn't offer me a warm embrace, nor did she make any attempt to make me feel her love - ooh nooo, matron, stop it.
As we turned off the A38 - I say we, but Martin was already bloody miles ahead by then - we hit the main climb. If I'm honest, although I was running like a donkey, the climb itself wasn't too bad and I got to the top in reasonable shape. Wasn't quick though. The running remained ragged and the time outside 32 minutes. Surprisingly not as slow as it felt and within a minute of my recent best. Still, it was a bit disappointing as I have no excuse for the poor performance nor do I attempt to make one. It was quite simply one of those runs that the best thing that can be said about it was the fact that you did at least get off your arse to do it. One to put behind me.
As we turned off the A38 - I say we, but Martin was already bloody miles ahead by then - we hit the main climb. If I'm honest, although I was running like a donkey, the climb itself wasn't too bad and I got to the top in reasonable shape. Wasn't quick though. The running remained ragged and the time outside 32 minutes. Surprisingly not as slow as it felt and within a minute of my recent best. Still, it was a bit disappointing as I have no excuse for the poor performance nor do I attempt to make one. It was quite simply one of those runs that the best thing that can be said about it was the fact that you did at least get off your arse to do it. One to put behind me.
Wednesday, March 07, 2012
Glad To Be Home
Well that was a long day. I was back on the early start and into the office before heading out to site for a bit of this and that. Then into the afternoon I got caught up with a telemetry issue, not to mention a meeting ambush. Fortunately I got the telemetry sorted - the outcome of the meeting will be another matter entirely. By the time I got home I couldn't be arsed. The sofa it is...
Monday, March 05, 2012
A Little More On The Van
I managed to squeeze in a bit more work on the van tonight after the drive home and the hour on the bike. Oh, and while I remember, it's going to be a cold one tonight me thinks so get your scrappers ready just in case. Fortunate I was only doing some small finishing touches.
First up was applying the rubberised finish to the upright shelves. That will help to stop stuff flying off when Vera drifts the bends at massive speed. The other little job was fixing the anchor hoops to the walls for the bungee cords to keep the water tank in place. The rubberised finish of the shelf is grippy - but not that grippy when it's trying to keep 10-15kg of water in place. I didn't fancy that coming free as it could really break something.
Over the coming weeks I intend to fit a bit more of the rubberised finish to the other shelves and fix up a few 'lips' to other shelves all in the name of stopping stuff sliding around in transit. Then of course there's the ply to the sides of the cabinet and finally a few hooks and what not here and there. The other main focus is the design of some kind of easy to install door porch overhang thing that I can whip out and put over the sliding door doorway to stop the rain pouring in while the door is open. I'm sure there must be some kind of commercial product available but whether they'll fit a vanette I very much doubt.
First up was applying the rubberised finish to the upright shelves. That will help to stop stuff flying off when Vera drifts the bends at massive speed. The other little job was fixing the anchor hoops to the walls for the bungee cords to keep the water tank in place. The rubberised finish of the shelf is grippy - but not that grippy when it's trying to keep 10-15kg of water in place. I didn't fancy that coming free as it could really break something.
Over the coming weeks I intend to fit a bit more of the rubberised finish to the other shelves and fix up a few 'lips' to other shelves all in the name of stopping stuff sliding around in transit. Then of course there's the ply to the sides of the cabinet and finally a few hooks and what not here and there. The other main focus is the design of some kind of easy to install door porch overhang thing that I can whip out and put over the sliding door doorway to stop the rain pouring in while the door is open. I'm sure there must be some kind of commercial product available but whether they'll fit a vanette I very much doubt.
Sunday, March 04, 2012
Not Quite So Perfect
In fact, conditions were a bit pants. If the last two weeks long runs have been in brilliant conditions today's was a million, OK, a thousand miles away from all that niceness. First off, I was surprised to see so much snow! And the wind - stop it - it was bitingly cold. I had several layers and my gortex jacket but it still got through. Fair chilled me to my bones. After starting with the gloves I was quick to swap in the fur - artificial - lined mittens. I have to admit that the conditions got to me today and I didn't complete the planned route in its entirety.
The outward journey was hard work, heading west into the wind most of the way. That was sapping and a double whammy of reducing the pace causing the wind to chill me all the deeper. Oh, and while I'm moaning, we all have our favourite mountains - although I'm not sure what mine are. However, I definitely know my least favourite, it's that bloody Garreg Las. A total shit of a mountain. It's not the shape of it, nor the views or the way you cross it, it's just all the bloody rocks. It should be a nice gently descending run off (going south) but it isn't. It's shit shit shit the whole way. You can't really run much for doing your ankle or landing your foot on pointy stones. Hell, I was cross with myself for choosing to run - or not as the was the case - down the ridge. Next time I shall skip round the east side to then come back on my SWT route along the west.
Having finally reached the turn round, the return leg was better but the top ridge past Bannau Sir Gaer was hard work, running side on diagonally against the wind. And then, leaning so much into the wind, it would suddenly drop and I'd be almost over on my head - lucky I kept a few metres back from the edge...
By the time I got back to the van, although warmed up, being out of the wind and back below the snow line, I'd taken so damn long I decided to call it quits. I really couldn't face going up Fan Gyhriych to get myself cold all over again after having finally managed to warm up.
Oh, and while I remember, I've never seen waves crashing on the sides across Llyn y Fan Fawr before. I wasn't sure if I should have gone back and got my flipping surf board!
Anyway, the days run weighed in at a slightly disappointing 28km with 5,500 feet of ascent. Better than a kick in the head but not quite as good a hot mug of soup - talking of which, I'm off...
The outward journey was hard work, heading west into the wind most of the way. That was sapping and a double whammy of reducing the pace causing the wind to chill me all the deeper. Oh, and while I'm moaning, we all have our favourite mountains - although I'm not sure what mine are. However, I definitely know my least favourite, it's that bloody Garreg Las. A total shit of a mountain. It's not the shape of it, nor the views or the way you cross it, it's just all the bloody rocks. It should be a nice gently descending run off (going south) but it isn't. It's shit shit shit the whole way. You can't really run much for doing your ankle or landing your foot on pointy stones. Hell, I was cross with myself for choosing to run - or not as the was the case - down the ridge. Next time I shall skip round the east side to then come back on my SWT route along the west.
Having finally reached the turn round, the return leg was better but the top ridge past Bannau Sir Gaer was hard work, running side on diagonally against the wind. And then, leaning so much into the wind, it would suddenly drop and I'd be almost over on my head - lucky I kept a few metres back from the edge...
By the time I got back to the van, although warmed up, being out of the wind and back below the snow line, I'd taken so damn long I decided to call it quits. I really couldn't face going up Fan Gyhriych to get myself cold all over again after having finally managed to warm up.
Oh, and while I remember, I've never seen waves crashing on the sides across Llyn y Fan Fawr before. I wasn't sure if I should have gone back and got my flipping surf board!
Anyway, the days run weighed in at a slightly disappointing 28km with 5,500 feet of ascent. Better than a kick in the head but not quite as good a hot mug of soup - talking of which, I'm off...
Looking up towards Fan Hir above the snow line...
Today's route...
Saturday, March 03, 2012
Out Of Retirement
Yes, I was back in action in my first Gwent League cross country race for over eight years - and I actually quite enjoyed it. Not while I was in the mix, mind. As I hit the end of lap one all I could hear in my head was, 'aaah, two more sodding laps' but I'm getting ahead of things.
I started towards the back to avoid bursting out of the blocks too quickly. I'm pretty sure the lap was a little shorter than I remember it but I didn't give that too much thought as I picked my way steadily through the field. One thing that was clear to me though, I'm still lacking core speed. Once again I concentrated on lengthening my stride and indeed I did make inroads on the flat during the first and second lap but it was the inclines where I made far bigger inroads to the runners ahead. I almost didn't change speed when moving from the flat to the slopes. Then of course there were the slippery descents, over all too quickly for my liking.
Into lap three I knew it was time to hang on, as my head was screaming at me, 'you bloody idiot, why did you agree to do this?' I knew I'd not be gaining any more places and in fact I lost a few but I dug as deep as I could and tried to hang on for a little bit each time someone passed me. It was nice to hear a shout out from Rick W as I ran the gentle woodland ascent for the final time. I didn't have the strength to acknowledge him at the time so I'll get my thank you in now. Cheers Rick.
Although only 10k, in fact a little under, I was never the less glad to hit the finishing straight with no one breathing down my neck so I wasn't forced to attempt a sprint. I'm not sure I could have. I crossed the line in 92nd place which, believe it or not, is my best ever Gwent League placing - in a time of 41 minutes and 20 seconds. Having looked through the results from back in the day and today I can see that the course is indeed shorter. It's about 6 minutes quicker for the lads at the front so factoring that in to my previous course best and today I reckon I was somewhere in the region of three minutes quicker, like for like. I'm pretty pleased with that.
On the downside, having got back home in good time and completed a goodly number of chores that needed to be chored, I decided to miss the orienteering on account of my legs feeling tight. I really need a long run tomorrow - for which I'm going to head over and run the first section of the SWT on an out and back past Llyn-y-Fan-Fach before then running an out and back to Fan Nedd over Fan Gyhirych - in all it should be about 40k and 7,500 feet of ascent. I have to understand my limits. The focus is the traverse. The orienteering is a bit of fun but I'm not going to put a required long run in jeopardy.
I started towards the back to avoid bursting out of the blocks too quickly. I'm pretty sure the lap was a little shorter than I remember it but I didn't give that too much thought as I picked my way steadily through the field. One thing that was clear to me though, I'm still lacking core speed. Once again I concentrated on lengthening my stride and indeed I did make inroads on the flat during the first and second lap but it was the inclines where I made far bigger inroads to the runners ahead. I almost didn't change speed when moving from the flat to the slopes. Then of course there were the slippery descents, over all too quickly for my liking.
Into lap three I knew it was time to hang on, as my head was screaming at me, 'you bloody idiot, why did you agree to do this?' I knew I'd not be gaining any more places and in fact I lost a few but I dug as deep as I could and tried to hang on for a little bit each time someone passed me. It was nice to hear a shout out from Rick W as I ran the gentle woodland ascent for the final time. I didn't have the strength to acknowledge him at the time so I'll get my thank you in now. Cheers Rick.
Although only 10k, in fact a little under, I was never the less glad to hit the finishing straight with no one breathing down my neck so I wasn't forced to attempt a sprint. I'm not sure I could have. I crossed the line in 92nd place which, believe it or not, is my best ever Gwent League placing - in a time of 41 minutes and 20 seconds. Having looked through the results from back in the day and today I can see that the course is indeed shorter. It's about 6 minutes quicker for the lads at the front so factoring that in to my previous course best and today I reckon I was somewhere in the region of three minutes quicker, like for like. I'm pretty pleased with that.
On the downside, having got back home in good time and completed a goodly number of chores that needed to be chored, I decided to miss the orienteering on account of my legs feeling tight. I really need a long run tomorrow - for which I'm going to head over and run the first section of the SWT on an out and back past Llyn-y-Fan-Fach before then running an out and back to Fan Nedd over Fan Gyhirych - in all it should be about 40k and 7,500 feet of ascent. I have to understand my limits. The focus is the traverse. The orienteering is a bit of fun but I'm not going to put a required long run in jeopardy.
Friday, March 02, 2012
Angry Pasture
Also sometimes known as cross country. Yep, that's where I'm headed tomorrow. I'll be leaving around 10am for the drive down to Blaise Castle for a high noon race start. It's been a long long time since I last ran Blaise XC. A very long time. In fact, it's been so long I was just a boy [cough] the last time I ran the cross country at Blaise some eight - yes, eight - years previous! Have to admit, even I didn't realise it was that long ago. And as I've run Blaise before I've got my old marker of 52 minutes and 8 seconds to better. But I'm old now and far more decrepit so I'll be happy to break the hour - will I f*(&...
Thursday, March 01, 2012
Will I?
Well? Will I? Manage to get out for a second lunch run in a week? It will be unheard of if I do. It will become something of legend. Modern day mythology. All in all quite a scary proposition - but I hope I do.
My legs feel better today. The hour on the bike felt good so a burn up over Dundry tomorrow should be just the ticket. After all, it's not like I'm too bothered about being fresh for Saturday's Blaise Castle Gwent League Cross Country - yes, you heard that right, Cross and Country in the same race. I've not raced XC - as it's known in the trade - for quite literally years. Not sure how I really feel about it but I'm committed now so it will be run. On the bright side, at least the Blaise course is a proper one - as opposed to a few laps of a muddy field.
My legs feel better today. The hour on the bike felt good so a burn up over Dundry tomorrow should be just the ticket. After all, it's not like I'm too bothered about being fresh for Saturday's Blaise Castle Gwent League Cross Country - yes, you heard that right, Cross and Country in the same race. I've not raced XC - as it's known in the trade - for quite literally years. Not sure how I really feel about it but I'm committed now so it will be run. On the bright side, at least the Blaise course is a proper one - as opposed to a few laps of a muddy field.
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