It's possible I'll soon be spending more time in surgeries, hospital waiting rooms, operating theatres and opticians than I spend running. Four appointments arrived in the same post last week, three relating to my eyes and the fourth to have my skin cancer hacked out. "It's going to leave a scar" the doctor said, "it'll look like you've been in the wars".
"At 85, that'll be the least of my worries, I'll tell people I was shot by a jealous husband" I told him.
|Better get running while I can (Click to enlarge pictures)|
The bumph says swimming will be out of the question for a couple of weeks (which doesn't bother me at all) and full body workouts in the gym shouldn't be attempted for at least 3 weeks. What I'm anxious to know is whether running, too, constitutes a full body workout? Answers on a postcard. I'll adapt the one I like most...
|Sunrise over a frozen landscape|
Sub zero temperatures last week froze the muddy morass through the fields, along Clough Hall Lane and up the slopes onto Castle Hill.
|Moon over Victoria Tower|
I got there and back with dry feet and clean shoes which is quite unusual. I wish it would stay that way for a while for I'm fed up of coming home plastered (with mud, you understand).
|Frozen moorland in the distance|
I jogged up in the clear air while half of Huddersfield slept, my buff pulled up over my nose to warm the air, and circled a couple of times until the sun peeped over the horizon.
|Sunlight spreading over Huddersfield|
It's amazing how invigorating those first early morning rays can be. I launched into a series of 100 metre hill reps before jogging gently back down as the town below warmed into life.
|Emley Moor mast against a dramatic, eastern sky......|
Next morning I'd finished my workout long before sunrise but as I jogged home the sky turned a dramatic shade of red that had me dashing into the house for my camera. Its blazing glory reminded me of a favourite song - Ghost Love Score - though not so much music, more a firework display. Turn up the volume. It's a cracker...
|......and a strange phenomenon in the opposite direction at sunrise|
Watson came running by as I stood outside, leaning against a fence composing shots (pointing my camera towards the mast and hoping for the best). I felt rather smug having finished my workout as he was beginning his. After a brief chat, something like Hi Dave, and Hi there, he continued on his way - at great speed!
I strolled leisurely back into the house for some protein laden chocolate milk
- and breakfast.
- and breakfast.