New Year’s Day Resolution Run 1/1/13
If that was a sign of things to come in 2013, I might as well pack it in. Now I know why it’s called the Resolution Run. Once around the course and you’ll resolve never to run again.
Things were looking good in the morning. The sun was out, there was a slight breeze and it was quite mild. Of course, a breeze feels like a hurricane on the town moor.
Sure enough, by noon, the wind had really picked up. There was a decent turnout, all things considered. A hundred metres into the race and I was glad I wore trail shoes. A half mile in, and I was glad I wasn’t stupid enough to have done the Sunderland parkrun in the morning because my legs were feeling like jelly.
This race was more like cross country. Mud? Check. Hills? Check. Howling gale? Check. The only thing that was missing was the rain. Thank goodness for small favours. The only time I managed to get under 8 minute miles was going down the hills.
Not a bad way to start the year. Yea right!