Late night super hero runner
Well the running just gets stranger, a Sunday run the other day and now tonight I went out for a run around about 8:45pm, I’m a late night super hero runner. Now to the normal running this might not sound that exceptional but being a shy runner like me this was pretty strange. I think I can count the number of late runs I’ve done in the last decade on a couple of fingers and that’s being really generous.
Anyway I got home from work (conference) and decided that after a day at a conference centre in Gateshead I didn’t really fancy going straight out for a run. Anyway the deal was that I must do something and it would be a toss up between some static rowing and some running, running being the preferential and harder of the two options. Anyway come the time come the man and I erm manned up and went out for a run at a time that I would normally not consider. Still it worked out well as if I’d gone straight after work then it was pretty hot still and there would have been plenty of people milling around at Seaton enjoying the remains of the day. Turned out when I went for my late run that there were only a smattering of people around, only one runner I remember and he was trotting up and down a set of stairs. So no nutters, who I thought would be out in force at that time and a really cool night.
The run was a doddle too, despite the coolness there was a bit of an angry little wind zipping in off the sea and on the way out it was a niggling side wind and on the way back it was a strong sidey windy heady wind. So I slowed down a bit, it would have been nice to confirm this with my watch but as it turned out and as I ran for home it did it’s new trick and ran out of juice. I’m hoping to dig some information it recorded in a couple of days but at the moment it’s firmly not giving up any information at all. Boohiss nasty watch.
At the conference today there was a keynote speaker called Gavin Oattes – he was in all fairness a motivational speaker and to me that smells of puss and foul things but this man was wonderful. I really cannot say how many nerves he struck with his hour long talk. A primary teacher by trade and a bit of a stand up he mixed these skills to form a wonderful argument for being positive and renewing your links with your inner child, I know that sounds like a gag reflex precursor but he really was excellent and I think he touched a lot of people – well I’m sure he groped me (believe me he might just appreciate that gag). Anyway I’m inspired and I need to do something more with my life, I like the story he told of children calling adults not grown ups but give ups. Oh I can’t do him justice just get out there and see him he was brilliant.
Just remembered but I started a bit of static rowing on Wednesday, I did 5,000 metres (stopped for a call from Izzi in the middle so it was a bit broken up) but I think that’s another good start. Running done properly makes your bum disappear, rowing does the opposite and the scrawniness that goes with running can be alleviated by a bit of toning from rowing. I use a static rower called a Concept II but enough of that later.
Noticed on the way to the run that our summer shows had started, the college looked great, I would have been there but I don’t think I could have handled a late night out on the booze… and I know that’s what it would have become.
I would have probably ended up having a fag or two too, of which I’ve not had one since Monday evening at 9:01pm.
Found some times but they’re truncated to the time that the watch ran out of juice, so read them at your peril, just another late night super runner set of stats.