29th July 2104 Run
29th July 2104 Run
This was an interesting run as it was the first time I’d attempted to do a run in my lunch hour at work.
I made the mistake of leaving it very late in the day too after a hard morning and early afternoon of work in our Middlesbrough campus. So it was late on in the day that I struck out to work in Hartlepool dropping into my running stomping ground of Seaton Carew. This was further complicated on the way to Seaton upon finding that the Newport Bridge was closed for painting and this further delayed my already late progress to Hartlepool. Less charitable folk would have taken a dim view to me turning up at Hartlepool hot and sweaty and “how late” after a run and perhaps might have thought I’d chanced a quickie run in the afternoon, a sly diversion on my way between sites. But, honest guvnor, it was my lunch hour, the travel between sites was work time travel and the necessity to divert and be delayed by the diversion was all part and parcel of my travel between sites and could be written up as work time.
Anyway my run, the holidaymakers were out again, so Seaton was packed, I parked as closely as I could again to my usual start point and walked to the start, I started my timer and struck out on another run.
A half a mile into my run I noticed an older gent running in the distance a hundred yards or so in front of me. He was making a good pace but I reckoned I could catch and pass him, gritting my teeth (ok maybe not, but you get the picture) I paced him down, it took time but I took him out. Passing him he struck me as older than me but perhaps a seasoned club running wiry bloke, I got past and was planning to leave him in my dust but he just wouldn’t be shaken off. I pressed on at the pace I’d used to catch him but he was always there, I could hear his steps not more than a couple of yards back and it became very very hard work. I tried to shake him but he wasn’t for going and it was only on the last stretch that I noticed he’d gone, I relaxed a bit and ran up my usual ramp to a viewing platform where I turned, I looked back and there he was around 20 yards behind me. As I touched my touchstone turning point, he did the same below me and as I turned back to do the return leg he had a head start on me.
Running back was awful, the sun although overcast was still beaming down and despite the slight shade it was just boiling hot, in fact it was as hot as I ever remember it. I tried to pace him down but I got too hot and he’d just pull out a gap again whenever I did. Luckily though it cooled a little on the final mile and I managed to get close to him, close enough to do a shitty think and pace past (off to the side a little) to my finish point, not giving him the opportunity to catch and pass me again. Anyway I was on the clock now and boiling and knackered I got what little rest I could and headed back to work.
Getting into the college I found a big men’s room, stripped down, did my best to freshen up – our college doesn’t have showers – and put on my work clothes again.
I spent the rest of the afternoon, which was luckily only a half an hour – as I said it was very late and being the holidays we got a half hour flyer – trying to avoid being pongy or sweat too much. Carole in finance passed me and remarked “you look a bit flushed” well I felt it, I’m not big on sweating but boy was I flushed.