When the West wind blows...

When the West wind blows by leecolgate at Garmin Connect - Details

...thou shalt sodding well take the arseing name of thy lord in bloody vain, I'm frickin' tellin' ya.  Holy crap, etc.  Beautiful blue skies and glorious sunshine this morning.  But, obviously, made possible by the fact that the clouds and rain had been driven away by galeforce winds from the West.  This had, obviously, been mentioned as a risk on the forecasts, but I had no idea how bad it would actually be, especially at the seaside.

Today's session is the first interval run I have attempted in well over a year.  I therefore took the wise decision to avoid any hint of hilliness, drive down to the seafront and run there.  This eventually meant going to Carat at Shoreham Harbour and running into Hove and back.  And it wasn't too bad heading into Hove.  I was aware of some strong wind, but it seemed to be coming almost directly from the South, blowing into my side, not helping or hindering particularly.  The 'fun' started when I turned round to head back to the car.  Meaning, of course, there was no short way back or place to drop out.  I got to the car or died on the shingle.  The wind suddenly became this ferocious thing, opposing every attempt to move to the West.

At some points, it was so strong that even walking was a bent-ze-nees-lean-vorwerts-ent-poosh affair (not sure why I rendered that in a germanic way, hey ho) and that is what I confess to resorting to.  While these runs are not really about covering distance or improving overall pace, rather being about improving your pace and technique when you're pushing yourself, it makes it a bit difficult to gauge whether I was at all successful.  If nothing else, it is the longest time and furthest distance I've run in one go for a long, long time, so I'm riding that wave of satisfaction for now.

Long hot bath now over, I'm getting ready for a drop in visit to sister and nephew.  I've bought him a new top which says, 'Eat Giggle Sleep'.  Once he outgrows it, it will be hung above his cot/bed, these will be the first three words he learns and the whole will become his 'to do list' for every day until he starts school.  Or possibly reaches the age of 21.  I will decide later. Childcare idea of, like ever, no?  I'll take that knighthood now, thankyou so very much.

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