I was having a week off from running. A bit of free space for a head that had been unusually anxious in the lead up to a race. No ordinary race.
My 8th marathon this year, although none since May, my 13th marathon in all. I have done it enough times now to understand just how tough it can be running 26.2 miles. The miles I'd run in Snowdonia's marathon last year had been the toughest so far. Seriously under-trained this time too, so yes, I was anxious.
But ladies and gentlemen, didn't they all do well . Not just in their running of Snowdonia, not just in their freindship and togetherness and the drinking of the beer, but in their write ups too. Fantastic write ups Eryri Buzzers, I don't feel any need at all to add my own story to the list, for it is already there, written amongst yours, so thank you .
Yesterday we were treated to a works day out, or team building exercise if you will. Running was back on the cards quicker than I'd imagined it would be. Somewhat different running to normal, camouflaged up in the woods and with a modified M16 .
Today, opportunity. Half term holidays can be good for us adults after all. I'd 3 days booked off work for a jolly down to Legoland. Mrs B forgot to tell me that she'd not actually booked the half way stop we'd originally planned.
Too much tarmac and not enough trails has been the story of my running of late, you know, thinking about Snowdonia, and dark winter nights will again restrict me to the roads. The call of the hills was there to be answered.
It was cold on the car park at Bwlch Penbarras, but the air was crisp and clear and the sky was blue. Snowdon's horseshoe and the summit itself was all there plain as day on the horizon. We never got to see her amidst Saturday's cloud, so it was great seeing her today.
I had no particular plan, walk a bit, run a bit, I knew neither how long nor how far, just enough time for my soul to feel satisfied. Find a new path, explore a fresh trail, drink in and soak up the splendours of all the colours of autumn in the forest and on the hills.
Underfoot, new challenges. On steep slopes the dying back bracken layed on top of sheep trodden sandy brown mud had a particularly ice-like quality to the slipperiness of it all. Generally though, the lower slopes of the Moel Famau Country Park were kind. Tranquil beauty at its very best. Even the wetness from the grass soaking into my shoes felt good to me today.
One moment, a raven, nothing else, just me and the raven. The sound of a solitary distant hammer hitting wood, fixing fencing in a farmer's field. A rowan tree, all berry no leaf, an explosion of brilliant red against a backdrop of green and brown. A buzzard calling from a sparsely leaved oak, then soaring gently away, and as I reached the oak of the buzzard, the perfect dome of Moel Arthur suddenly springing into view. Job done, I was a happy boy .
The day had warmed, and I was pleased to feel energetic enough to join the Offa's Dyke Path and run back along the ridge. Snowdon was once again shrouded behind her grey cloak, and I was heading towards some rain. It had gone before I got there. Pleasant conversations with some walkers on the hills, and a lovely downhill to the car.
Training proper for the Wrexham marathon begins November 10th. If the weekend runs through winter turn out anything like this, I reckon I can cope .
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