More hiking yesterday. A quick 13km round trip to Ambleside. Nice. Snapped this tree with the little secondhand Panasonic LX3 I bought specially for hiking. Turned out quite well, I thought.
Today, just a quick wander in Grizedale Forest. Here are two of my walking companions, Andre (foreground) and James (background.)
Tuesday: just a simple 4K along the towpath. At some point the towpath will stop having huge puddles, but I’m not holding my breath.
Well, that was a nice Sunday morning jog. Out the door at a quarter past eight, up Bridge Valley Road and around a bit of the Downs, then back home via the shops to buy ingredients for a brekkie of smoked salmon and scrambled eggs on a bagel. As ways to start you day go, I recommend it.
Bah. Just as I was crowing about how I’m getting better at getting back into running after a break, guess what happens? I get ill.
A decent dose of Man Flu this time, with some gastric involvement thrown in for good measure. I won’t draw a picture. Suffice it to say that running much further than the bathroom wouldn’t have been a good idea last week.
Still, this week I’ve been trying to get back into the exercise habit. Wednesday and Thursday I went for a good long walk — Wednesday I walked around the harbourside, and Thursday I went the long way around to lunch (up Bridge Valley Road and along Ladies Mile to the top of Whiteladies and back, for those of you who know Bristol.) And today I got out for my first run in ages, just a simple 4K along the towpath.
As well as illness, the current British weather isn’t helping. This has been the second of two just-about-dry days in a row for weeks. As I was heading out for today’s run, I passed the unusual sight of water pouring across the top of one of the harbour’s lock gates, which is pretty unusual.
So, I’m hoping for better health and better weather for next week…