New running shoes and a new Park Run route for Saturday morning.
Well - a new-ish route anyway.
It was my third attempt at the BASTARD hills of Sheringham Park Run.
I always forget that Sheringham is cross-country. I was more concerned about messing up my new running shoes than logging a PB.
Late summer sand characterised the ups and downs.
The scenic backdrop was the pines trees of Norfolk and the steam railway.
I panted and puffed my way around tbh.
Joining me was my Mum.
Blimey.
Well not quite joining me, but seven years on after a heart attack and it was a half-decent effort.
She didn’t clock the slowest time, either.
I had an average 22’36” - some 30 seconds off my Sheringham PB.
Get the excuses in early: I still have my very odd right foot injury. Running it off doesn’t seem to be working.
A quick shower back at the van, and then I presented my Mum with a random present: a boxing book chronicling every boxing match of my Grandad.
Lovely.
I tried to make my own sporting history by cycling off on Stage 1 of Le Tour de Norfolk.
My route planning on the Garmin worked wonderfully. I didn’t know where I was, but the purple arrow delivered me around from start to finish.
I startled a young deer at [don’t know where…]
Or maybe the young deer startled me?
Luncheon was taken at Aylsham. I stopped to load up with a banana and a bottle of water.
The home run had the appropriately named Hungry Hill as I approached Cromer.
Another quick shower, and then I set off strolling into Sheringham.
My shopping list said: BOOZE.
The £1.35 bottles of Bank’s back in the Estuary Wilds were at 90p around these parts.
Gift horse, etc Jase.
Chin chin.
There was some sort of Mini club run parading around the North Norfolk lanes. This is the only car that I can tolerate.
I was back in the van in time for Forest Vs DIRTY LEEDS.
It sounded like the whole caravan site was watching - or Sleaford Mods were in town.
GERRIN, m’duck etc.
I have ambitious plans to be up in time for the boxing tomorrow morning.
We’ll see…