|Tatties, haggis, neeps, wine, malt whisky - and an expanding girth
|Believe it or not, a footpath goes through here...
|New Great Grandson Elijah - and his running dog friend...
|First run of 2014 - to Howgill and back...
Today was different. While my wonderful partner was patrolling Barden Moor in her capacity as a National Park
Ranger, I tootled up Castle Hill for an interval session - and found out
just how unfit I've become. The plan was to run 16 x 200m @ 48secs but I
was forever being harrassed by loose dogs necessitating a lot of
waiting around until they'd moved on. It was 36ºF but in a cold SE wind
it felt sub zero. And I'd forgotten my gloves. After 14 reps, when even
more dogs arrived, I abandoned Castle Hill and did the last two reps on the
way home - guesstimating the distance. Now then, before Christmas after a similar session, my HR
reached 143bpm after each rep, then I'd walk until it got below 130, jog
until it was below 120, then start my next rep.
|Shooting the rapids....
|Low HR's indicate where I waited for dogs to vamoose...
Happy New Year !!!!!