22-01-2019, 01:00 PM
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Re: Post your daily exercise routine
I would have loved that room Surfermom...
Being an only child, and my Mother preferring a daughter, she used to dress me up in skirts and dresses and decorate my bedroom in pink....
.....Only joking!...
It was probably my Mum's side that my running came from, Dad was more of a cyclist. He would work down the pit through the week and on Friday night would cycle from Doncaster to Leicester (about 60 miles) with his Dad, to spend the weekend with relations. (All Dad's side came from Leicester) and then cycle home on Sunday afternoon in time to start work on Monday.
In their later years they loved to see me run and supported me on many a long distance adventure. They supported two friends and myself on an 84 mile run through the night across the moors, only leaving us at midnight. We carried on to finish in around 30 hours.....It was only after my heart attack in 2004 that they started worrying about me and suggested that I might perhaps slow down a little and not run quite so far.....
After sixty years of marriage they both passed away within five months of each other back in 2009....They would have had no need to worry as Mother Nature has intervened and slowed me down naturally....
I wonder if they were looking down on me this morning when at 7 am I closed the door behind me and stepped out into the dark. The road glistened with diamonds and I panted up the steep climb of the deserted railway bridge, barred to vehicles and soon to be demolished 'we are both coming to the end of our usefulness my friend' I thought as I crested the summit and notched up the pace.
The path across the field was lit from the light of a waning moon still big and bright in a cloudless sky, the cold breeze caressed my face and legs, but avoiding puddles became my main priority, wet feet so early in my run would be quite uncomfortable and there was still a long way to go.
As I reached the cycle track I became aware of the occasional patch of ice as my feet struggled for traction, a smile crept across my face as I thought 'I couldn't walk on this, but here I am floating over it'...You still need to tread lightly though.
I managed to stay upright all the way to the sideroad that led to the lane, but as I turned away from the main road I realised I was running on a sheet of Ice. Trying to run in a straight line with arms flailing it was so difficult not to go crashing to the floor, but I regained my balance and tip toed over the slippy surface. A lady runner coming the opposite way, and was now walking, warned me of the treacherous conditions, I thanked her and carried on until I reached the lane.
Running on rough ground was heaven, no ice here, just the occasional protruding rock to be avoided, but with daylight now taking over from the moonlight they were easy to spot, but with tired legs I was not quite so nimble, and the odd stubbed toe woke me from my hypnotic trance. I reached the slippy tarmac of my street, and a couple out walking their dogs stepped back in amazement as this ageing runner dressed only in shorts and thin fleece top came sliding around the corner oblivious to the cold and conditions underfoot, another decent and testing five miles for the journal....
Feeling a little tired now but warm and happy after a shower and breakfast.
Now.....let's try out this 'Shuffle Dancing'....