It is probably for the best that I didn’t post after my last walk last Thursday. It was at the end of a rough two or three days where I really didn’t feel my best and I wanted to get out walking just to feel better. It was only 10 miles but enough to pull me through to a reasonable level of mood and functionality. I accept now that I am going to have rough mental periods but it feels easier to drag myself out of them more quickly now than a few years ago.
Anyway, yes, I do have that South Coast Challenge looming, in two weekends time. I have felt a trifle coldy and sniffly in the last few days, nothing that affects too much except the ability to walk those longer distances that I need for such preparation. The weather forecast has been very much on a “to me – to you” mode between Friday, Saturday and Sunday, with regard to when the rain is coming. On Wednesday, the forecast was very much suggesting that Sunday was the wettest, and Saturday is already earmarked either for cricket or watching the skies at cricket (muttering things like “looks like it’s easing off”, “the weather comes from that direction”, “the forecast said….” and, of course, “what time do they need to be back on?”). So, all in all, Friday looked the best option, and leave was duly booked, at which point the wind and skies turned. The outlook was still mooted as a bit of rain around lunchtime.
A 9am start is never a poor effort for me, in my two layers plus a rain jacket in one of those compact bum bags that are absolutely not bum-related in anything other than name. Very soon appeared sprinkles like an Gelato’s staff away day but nothing too concerning. My very much unwritten rule (though I suppose it is now written) is that any rain jacket or waterproof is not needed until there are more cars with full wipers than intermittent. A quick non-scientific survey scored the ratio of full to intermediate as 19:31 but, as the rain increased I wasn’t going to do a recount; the jacket was on. In hindthought, a sample of “the next 50 cars coming down the road” still has some science behind it, as much social science perhaps as ‘real’ science but maybe let’s not dig further into that. Half an hour of that and the coffee break, which I always planned for whenever the rain was heavy.
It was clear post-coffee that the rain had not eased off, and in fact it became much heavier. It was the wettest in which I have walked for a very long time but, for some lunatic reason, I still did not take a direct route home and extended the distance. I mused as to whether I preferred this to the 30+ Celsius conditions favoured more recently. Rain is not a deal-breaker but when accompanied by wind it becomes unpleasant. Walking in the heat is very much a physical test while in the rain it is more psychological. Thankfully, for a couple of miles, I was backed by said wind, perhaps during the heaviest downfall, but later the cross-wind was not fun. As thunder rumbled, an early finish felt sagacious. 14 miles, certainly not as far as intended, but I am not that disappointed. The little toe on my right foot is quite bruised after I had whacked it with a door – as you do – but that had given me little trouble thankfully. But I found that I did need a nap of about an hour, which is unusual for me, so maybe I am nursing a very minor cold that hasn’t hit the surface. Not something that I hope will bother me too much and I will see on Sunday morning what the weather might bring, in case I can get another few miles in.
Ok, time to look after myself, tomorrow is sorted with cricket / not cricket and how am I feeling? 90% of the time, pretty good. 10% of the time, fdguyrftfdhgvhgdfdfcbfcgcvbnchjrodfravbrsdgfghhgjfdfsdfds. Yeah, sit on that, autocorrect, even I’ve got you beat.