I read the details of yesterday’s session and my heart soared. What better way to spend a morning than exploring the nooks and crannies of the Kingsmeadow Athletics Centre? What delightful new trails would I stumble across? What never-before-seen scenery would I witness? What wildlife would I happen upon? What work of art could I create with my GPS trace? My only concern was that I’d become so engrossed, so enraptured, so entranced that I’d lose track of time and be late for my afternoon appointment.
I walked out onto the track, into the middle of a downpour. My spirits lifted even further. Puddles! Glorious puddles to splash through! I started my warm-up lap. Puddles and worms. Loads and loads of worms, there to facilitate a little bit of fancy footwork (or at least to provide a little extra padding when the fancy footwork failed). I set off on my grand adventure. 4 laps easy, 2 hard, 1 slow, 2 hard, 1 slow, 2 hard, 1 slow, 2 hard, 1 slow, 2 hard, 1 slow, 2 hard, 1 slow, 2 hard, 4 easy.
It’s difficult to do justice to the route in words, so just imagine this…