Yesterday was the Seagrave Wolds challenge, one of my favourite events. I’ve been using Seagrave as my excuse for training on the trails so I’m going to need to find a new excuse now. It’s an approximately 16 mile route through the Leicestershire countryside with a couple of cake stops en route. The phrase “what’s not to like?” is overused but in this case it’s apt. The scenery is beautiful, rolling hills, pretty villages and general countryside loveliness. The refreshment stations are like a full afternoon tea, manned by ever cheerful volunteers. It’s a tough run, it’s 16 miles of trails so it’s not supposed to be easy but it’s joyous. I ran it with Anna, we haven’t done a long run together for ages so we had a proper catch up as the miles just ticked over. This is why I run. It’s not just about road race times for me, it’s being able to have days like this.
I had vaguely planned a short run today, under the guise of a recovery run but I decided to have a lie in instead! It’s not lack of commitment, more that my sleep has been awful recently and sometimes a bit of recovery is in order. I’m a little worried that I can’t get any more back to back weekends in this month but there’s real life to fit in too. I’ll do a couple of club runs this week and as many miles as I’ve time for on Saturday. No back to back on Sunday as it’s horn club, not a euphemism (nor even a euphonium).
A few people now know that I’m doing this event, none have them have collapsed in a heap of laughter at the notion. Maybe this means they might think I’m fit enough to do it. Some days I think I’m going to be up to it, other days I panic about what I’ve got myself into.