That Dog.....!

Well the heavy investment at the vets has paid off, Titch is putting on weight and eating like a horse, all be it a small Shetland pony type one. I think she's been taking lessons in cuteness on the side as well as I've never known her do so much sitting looking sweet before.
Running hasn't improved much, managed the club race at Penrith last week which had been postponed from the previous week because of too much ice on the route. Perhaps if I'd been able to do it with skates I may have got a decent time, the uphill bits would have been tricky mind! The weekend saw the 10k Langdale Christmas Pudding race, an excellent event with a really good atmosphere AND a Christmas pud for every finisher! What more could you want? apart from a faster time as usual, oh & less pain the day after but still brilliant. A whole Xmas pud to myself, yum yum.
I've also managed to fit in a BMW Club Xmas dinner ( tons of food & good crack), a running club Xmas dinner (not as much food cos running next day,but fancy dress & more good crack), a decent dog walk with friends (no food but good gossip) and some quality time with a very dear friend in my rest days. At this rate I'll be a stone heavier even before we get to Christmas, role on January!

What a busy weeek!

Well what a week it has been! Took 2 nights off last weekend to give me a full six days away from work which seemed longer because the previous week I'd been a on course doing office hours so no early starts. As ever things didn't quite go to plan but managed to get to running club, purchase service bits for the bike & go skiing at Glasgow as well as the usual day to day stuff.
The weather of course has been from one extreme to the other & I've managed to be out in all of it at one stage or another, the little dog looked like she'd been dipped in a pot of brown paint last Sunday after a walk in the woods. The bath was a sight to behold after she was washed off much to her disgust!
Poor little soul had to go to the vets on Monday as she's not been well, however another substantial investment into the vets pension fund has got her 2 lots of medication & some new food. Hopefully she'll start putting some weight soon, makes a change from what the ladies usually wish for when it comes to waist lines. Watch this space.

Just Typical

After weeks of bad weather and not getting out on the motorbike I finally succumbed and took it round to my dad's to put in the garage for the winter. Of course, the very next day was dry and sunny, which was handy because it was the Brampton to Carlisle 10miler and I didn't fancy running the rain. I didn't bother checking my previous results this time, I knew it would slow, working Friday nightshift then 1230 race start was never going to make for a pb.

Why is this race so fast? Everybody charges off like they're in the Olympics and by mile three I'm knackered because I'm trying to keep up with people who must be in secret training for months earlier but, nobody ever does any training! They don't. When asked at club nights what people have been up to the stock answer is ''not much'', ''need to get out more''!

Oh well, there's always next year

Of Late

Of late I've kept meaning to get back to this blog, funny how time gets away from you. Bit like my running really. At Derwentwater last weekend, on a beautiful late autumn Sunday, I thought I'd cracked my best time for 10 miles for a long time until I looked at my previous results. Oops, where does the time go?

As usual the little dog is fast asleep on the sofa, not that she's spoiled. Time is catching up with her too, once it was all day out on the hill which is a long way on little legs, now a couple of hours round the woods is more than enough. Still, I suppose when I'm 70ish I'll be happy to still be doing that.

Blogs, what's all this about then?

Well I suppose the time had to come when I had to get to grips with all this technology, get hold of it by the neck and give it a good wringing. Strange it should arrive in the middle of the night like so many other good ideas, like lets take up running to keep fit or why not combine that with the love of the Lake District & go fell running. Now wasn't that a good idea.
Admittedly I'm something of a late starter when it comes to fell running (& often a late finisher at my pace) entering my first proper fell race (Grisedale Grind, aptly named) at the tender age of 42 in the throws of a midlife crisis. As they say ''it's all down hill from here'' which invariably is a lie as there's always a nasty uphill bit somewhere near the end.
So, it's start. A bit disjointed I know, but blogging, doesn't seem too hard really. I think there could be more!