Sitting at home, with half term ideas scuppered due to the ongoing broken ankle, Rowan decided he was no longer so scared of Gollum and would like to watch Lord of the Rings. The scenery in the film is beautiful, and I am finding that every time I watch ANYTHING with mountains and trees (including Minecraft!), I feel a pull to the outdoors. I was much like Bilbo – I wanted to see mountains again, and go on adventure. As we watched Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli chase down the Uruk-hai, Rowan turned to me and said, “Don’t worry Mummy, you will be able to do that again soon” and watching Gimli’s little legs bringing up the rear, I was reminded, not only of how ace my little lad is, but of my biggest running adventure earlier this year – Lakeland Trails Marathon. I decided it was about time I wrote that one up – so grab a brew, it’s a long one.
So, this is probably going to start as a quick post which turns into a long waffle, winding round and round till finally getting to the point. But hey – you start rambling more as you get older. And I’ve been meaning to write about this for a while now.
After a grand day out on the Lakeland Trails 23k in June, I decided to keep the trail race ball rolling by booking on the Lakeland Trails Keswick event, opting for the 15k challenge. With my base training from June’s adventures, I figured I could keep on running over summer and be ready to maybe go for a quicker time. But the best laid plans and all that – short breaks to Whitby, a family holiday to Arran and just way too much heat (and maybe too much too eat) over summer meant I didn’t get out to train anywhere near as much as I would have liked. I found myself in the position where I was just out to get round and enjoy the route, which is no bad position to be in.
Earlier this year, we were in the Lake District, walking the Wainwrights again. Returning to Great Langdale, we decided to revisit Lingmoor Fell. Rick and I had walked here with the mutts one snowy day eight years ago. We decided it would be the perfect fell for a walk with Rowan, especially given the shorter days.
In the last eight months or so, I’ve restarted something I used to really enjoy but got out of the habit of doing – running. I say running. Truth be known, it’s more of a shuffle than anything else. My running style has been called many things – Phoebe from Friends, efficient (meaning I don’t pick my feet up too much). But it gets me round the miles faster than I could have walked them, so it’s running.