Home bird

so I find myself in a hotel room, on my own, in London. Whilst this might seem exciting for the girl from Yorkshire, actually all I want is my own bed, my familiar surroundings, my husband and my son. I feel that we are conditioned to think that the bright lights of the city is something to strive for…. But why? Does being a rural person make you any less of a person?

I love my country walks and runs. I hate the tube and the sheer quantity of people in London. I love open space and solitude. Here there is no silence. Is it a bad thing to feel like this?

I’m trying to make plans for the new year, although it would seem that my employment is slightly precarious. We want to have fun, have enough money to give us the freedom to do the things we want to do. To enjoy life. To feel alive.

This week brought the news that a family member needs more aggressive treatment against cancer. It won’t cure them, but it will hopefully prolong a good quality of life. This brings home to me what is important and what really isn’t. Those petty squabbles in an office…. Have you really nothing better to do with your time?

And what do I want to do? I want to run, I want to feel alive, out in nature, on the trails. Instead of being stuck in a world of concrete.

How do you work out this balance? Is the trick finding a job that you absolutely love, so that it isn’t a chore going to work everyday?

I’m aware that this post is sounding very negative and that wasn’t my intention. I’m very grateful for the opportunities being afforded to me at the moment. I find myself married to an amazing man- wondering what I did to deserve this very welcome person in my life. A man that shares my love of running, of peace, of nature, of life. I have relative good health, am physically able to run.

Last weekend, despite the ice and snow we headed out for a trail run. Me, my husband and my teenage son. I LOVE the fact that we can all go out together. 7.5 miles later we were back in the car and headed home to hot chocolate and hot toast. I can’t think of a better way to spend a Sunday morning!

Have you sorted your plans for Christmas? We’ve made the decision early on to host this year… but on our terms. Which means that we have invited people, but it will be late lunch, which means we will be able to go to parkrun first 🙂 We don’t have little kids, so having something else to focus on on Christmas day is a pleasant respite from food, drink and presents!


Hardmoors Goathland 10k

Goathland Jane

This nearly didn’t happen.

We’d planned to make a weekend of it. Its a Saturday race, so a hotel booked in Whitby for the Saturday night would make a lovely weekend.

Then life happened. Redundancies were announced at work, I didn’t know if I had a job or not (one post remaining, with two people going for it). Resulted in me cancelling the hotel. Thought I’d be better saving my money. Add to that the dog sitter was poorly and it obviously wasn’t meant to be.

The race? didn’t even know if I’d be doing that until a few days before. However we managed to work out logistics to allow us to still run if we left straight afterwards so Saturday morning found us in the car heading towards Goathland.

It was a gorgeous, sunny, frosty morning – pretty good running conditions as far as I was concerned. I hadn’t planned what to wear, so threw on some running gear, hoped it would be suitable, packed a bag for afterwards and set off.

Hardmoors Goathland 10k. Take the 10k as a rough estimate rather than an accurate distance. We knew enough people who’d done various Hardmoors series races to know that the distance would be more than a 10k. These are also pretty small races, very low key and seemed nice and friendly.

Arriving in Goathland we got parked and made our way to the Village Hall to see who else had arrived. There is also a half and full marathon on the same day, starting at different times and different times for registration, but as the numbers are small this wasn’t an issue. The atmosphere was really nice with everyone chatting whilst waiting. Several dogs also were running which I love to see.

10.30am found us walked out of the village hall to the start line. Less than 50 were doing the 10k so it really was a small group! A bit disconcerting and I was hoping to not be at the back (although Hardmoors always have several sweepers running so you’ll never really be at the back, and certainly not on your own). My husband and I had decided to run together for this race – and just enjoy rather than racing for once. I felt I really needed it to clear my head after all of the rubbish that had been going on.

The start is a short, fast, downhill section of road and then onto a track steadily heading downhill. I just tried to find some kind of rhythm and settle in to the run but I was happy to get off the road as I much prefer trail running. A left turn through a gate (with a club mate as marshal and photographer!) and we began an undulating section including some steps, which were definitely a sign of things to come, following the beck. I loved this section even though it was rough – trees, water, mud – perfect running!

Mallyan Spout….. Not many 10ks include scrambling over the rocks at the bottom of a waterfall! This is probably where I was at my most uncomfortable – worried about slipping, ending up in the water etc etc ! It did mean that I forgot to look up at the waterfall, which is beautiful, but I made it to the other side without incident. Another left turn and we went straight up the hill! This was steps all the way up and steep and all the way up I was cursing not doing more hill / step training. It was hard. The steps were all very very muddy and just keeping upright was fairly difficult, but make it to the top we did. The photo was taken just at the top, where it had started to level out a little bit, but no where near enough to start running. A very mean place to have a photographer!

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We then headed away from Goathland again moving from grass to heather and mud. The going became harder here, trying to follow sheep tracks that were littered with rocks hidden in the heather.

The route is marked by occasional yellow tape / flags, but you have to keep your wits about you to make sure you don’t go off track too far – once or twice I was too busy looking at my feet and when I did eventually look up I had to alter my course to get back on track. A fast, slippy, difficult decent found us flying into the first check point laughing at each other and having a thoroughly good time. The offerings at the check point are the best I’ve ever known (water, coke, sweets, food……) and it is also the first race I’ve stopped for a drink and a chat!

Shortly after the first checkpoint was where the 10k route split from the other distances and we headed across the moor. I’d thought the going might be better up here, but it wasn’t. We were running a few steps and then getting stuck in more mud, running a few steps, walking again and repeat. Lots of times I was up to my ankles in bogs and my husband sank to his knee once! This was hard work but enjoyable at the same time.

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Photos courtesy of Sports Sunday – the first time I’ve ever bought race photo’s but I loved these.

Another marshal point and the final left turn to head back across the moor to Goathland. Finally heading down so the mud and heather turned into firmer grass which meant we could finally push on and run the majority of the time. It is a fast finish back on tarmac through the village and the clock is stopped when you enter the village hall and your number taken.

Total distance – 7.66 miles
Finishing time – 01:41:06

Bling: Tshirt and medal

Will I be back? Definitely! This was fun, we laughed the majority of the way round and are already looking at other 10ks in the Hardmoors series and it has confirmed my love of trail running.

Yorkshire Coast 10k 2017 – Scarborough

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Approaching Scarborough, black skies and rainbows

This is a 10k road race, on fully closed roads from the Scarborough Spa Complex, along the see front through Peasholme Park, to the sea-life centre and back along the sea front to the spa. I’ve done this race twice before and although it isn’t the most exciting route it does have good views out to sea (on a good day!) and has a wonderful, friendly atmosphere.

The first year I ran this (2012) I barely knew anyone. My new boyfriend took me, I had a good run but collapsed at the end and he had to take me to first aid (nothing serious).

I didn’t run it again till 2016 and it was a different experience again. With being a parkrun regular we knew far more people (and my other half was running it with me) and I had a good run (finishing in 53:01).

Fast forward to 2017 and we once again entered to run the Yorkshire Coast 10k. This time it was a family affair with me, husband and son all running. Add to that my Dad decided to come along to spectate and it really was becoming a family day out!

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Family fun…

Early Sunday morning start found us setting off for the drive to Scarborough. The forecast wasn’t great, but it had said pretty dry – but on our way the sky over Scarborough was getting darker and darker and we were then treated to a lovely rainbow. By the time we parked it was pouring down and we were all questioning exactly what we were doing. Fifteen minutes sat in the car and the rain eased off enough that we decided to make our way to the Spa for a loo stop and to catch up with others.

It was like a big group of friends. Every few steps there was someone else with a hug, a good morning, a good luck. I love this atmosphere!

A quick jog back to the car to shed some layers and back to the start line – no time for a last minute wee! I love the start here as despite it being very cramped there is loud music and a great countdown. It all adds to give lots of atmosphere.

And we were off!

Did I have a plan? Well kind of.

  • My last 10k I ran in 54:14 and I knew I wanted to beat that. That was plan C.

  • This race last year I ran in 53:01 so I would like to beat that – plan B.

  • My 10k PB is 52:00 and I would LOVE to beat that – plan A.

I set off and tried to find some kind of hard, but comfortable pace. Not looking at my watch and just running to feel seems to be best for me so it is only at the beep of a mile that I looked. First mile 08:21.

Not sure if I could hold that pace for 6.2 miles (actually pretty sure I couldn’t) I told myself to slow down a bit and tried to relax. Second mile 08:20 – well that worked then lol. Particularly as the section with a head wind was part of this mile… Oh well, I thought I’d just go with it. Through Peasholme Park, ignoring the water station, and the third mile was completed in 08:10.

At this point on the route there is a double back section which gives you the chance to try and spot others and shout encouragement. I was pleased to see my husband and then son a little way ahead of me so knew that my son was on for a massive PB. Shouted to lots of friends and then back onto the seafront. Mile 4 08:08.

Then my head went down. I’m not quite sure why. It was suddenly very warm, sun right in my face (I really wished I’d had sunglasses on) and it seemed a long way home. I did look at my watch mid mile and saw that my pace had dropped significantly – gave myself a talking to and pushed on again. Mile 5 08:23.

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The final few hundred metres (trying not to throw up!)

Into the last mile and the route brings you back around the headland (or castle corner as I call it) and you can look across the bay and see the spa and the finish. At this point I looked at my watch, could see the distance remaining and knew that I was in chance of getting my PB. But it would be close.

It took everything I had to push on round that bay keeping my pace up. At the very end there is a slight rise up to a roundabout before the finish straight and that hill is hard, desperately telling myself not to throw up! My garmin registered 0.28m at a pace of 07:21 !

And a PB!!

Official time = 51:28

I really, really didn’t expect to get a PB. I thought I had a chance of getting Plan B, but thought Plan A would be too much to hope for.

(and my son…. He got a PB. Knocking six and a half MINUTES off his previous best!)

Will I be back? Yes, I’m pretty sure we’ll do this again next year. Local, well organised, with lots of friends – what more do I want from a race.

Bling? Fab medal and tshirt

Yorkshire Coast 10k Medal 2017

Running and diet

How is it already the middle of October?!

Since that last good / bad run I’ve had a fairly good couple of weeks running wise – trying to keep my mileage a little bit higher. I normally average about 15 – 20 miles a week, but have managed 22 / 24 the last couple (that’s over either 4 or 5 runs a week). Some of them have been done at very easy pace, others pushing a bit more. The dark mornings are having an effect, and as a result I’m having to run in the evening more than the morning – something I don’t really like and is taking some getting used to.

I am also very pleased to say that in the last month I have lost 8 lbs in weight. This has taken some doing, and there are days where it all goes wrong, but I am trying to stick with it. I have a minimum of another 7 lbs to lose. I am just starting to feel a little bit better in my clothes and know it will make a difference to my running.

How? For me it is to stop snacking!! I was eating way too much rubbish in between meals. I am still having the odd biscuit / packet of crisps / chocolate, but making it fit into my daily calories. I’m using Myfitnesspal to log everything I have to eat or drink. Alcohol has been reduced, normally just one day a week – occasionally a couple.

Apart from weight loss, what else has this changed? I feel better, less bloated and my digestive system is better. When I’m tempted to lapse, this is what I need to remember.

What am I eating? I grew lots of raspberries this year, that have been frozen, so for breakfast I’m defrosting a cup full of these, stirring through a spoonful of jam to sweeten and serving with a good portion of full fat Greek yoghurt. I’m really enjoying this!

Dinner is normal family meals such as stir fry, shepherds pie, casseroles, fish and veg etc etc (I’ve just ordered a slow cooker so hoping to get using that lots!).

Lunch is where I struggle. Busy at work so I don’t have lots of time, but I do work from home so have access to the kitchen. Today I’ve had a sandwich. Didn’t enjoy it. Sometimes I do home-made soup, sometimes an omelette. But I need to think of more ideas for lunch.

When the bad turns good

I took a few days off work this week. I haven’t had any days off since July, and then it was only a couple so I really felt like I needed these, but then I start thinking that I have to really make the most of them, to the point that I actually feel quite anxious about ‘wasting’ them – is this just me?

Monday morning I’d planned to go for a run – a long run when I don’t usually have chance seemed a good idea to me. Then I couldn’t decide where to run – a different route sounded good (as I had the chance!), but I couldn’t decide where. I hate being indecisive like this, and it really isn’t me but seems to be happening sometimes. I finally decided on a loop not far from home so I wasn’t driving much and could park at the point nearest home. Jumped in the car and off I went. Things were finally looking a bit more positive (despite the drizzle) when I got to where I wanted to park and realised that the road I was planning on running down was shut for roadworks.

For those that live / run only in towns and cities, when rural roads are shut, that tends to mean for pedestrians too. There are no footpaths to go on. I did stop and speak to the nearest workman but he confirmed – totally shut.

Now I don’t know about you, but I hate having plans upset like this. It had taken me long enough to make a decision and now I needed to make another one! I headed down the road with a vague idea of where I was going with lots of different options going round in my head. Stopped to check maps on my phone to try and find a route (what did people do before smart phones!), drove a bit further, parked in a village.

Tried to ring my husband to tell him of my change of route – Vodafone tells me ‘not registered on network’…. Turn phone off, restart. Still tells me ‘not registered on network’. Try a text. Husband rings back so text must have worked! Try not to cry whilst giving revised route, which I didn’t know the distance of.

Get off phone, cry, rub eye and pop out contact lens (arrggghhh!!! no glasses / spare lenses with me). Luckily catch contact lens, shove back in eye, tell myself to pull myself together for crying out loud.

Get out of car, don waterproof waistcoat thing and gloves, set garmin, start walking to warm up (and calm down). Finally start running. Only about an hour after I had planned too.

Now by this point you’ll have gathered that it wasn’t a particularly good morning and I really felt like I needed this run but was now worrying that I wasn’t going to be able to settle into it. I also needed a wee.

Turn off main road, find gateway, head into field and about to pull down shorts…. Phone rings! Pause, answer phone. Husband has very kindly mapped the route to tell me how long it is (7.7 miles). Off phone, finally have wee. Feel much better to start running again!

I was too hot very quickly. Shouldn’t have bothered with the waterproof. Couldn’t be bothered to take it off. Ran the first mile and glanced at the garmin as it bleeped – oops, a bit quick, need to slow down really. Second mile beeps – I’ve got quicker not slower! Again, thought I’d better slow down, but just running to feel really.

I soon realised that the route I’d chosen was taking me on much of the route of the Hornsea Third Marathon, so was more familiar to me than I was expecting. This isn’t far from home, but it is on roads you never go on unless you are specifically making an effort to do so. Husband had pointed out when he rang that I could jump onto the old railway line for a short section which gave me a break from the road (and makes me what to work out more routes taking parts of this track).  At this point I did stop to remove the waterproof – and wished I’d done so much sooner! On the whole of the route I didn’t see any other pedestrians / dog walkers / runners and very few cars. Mainly running past fields and woods out in the countryside. Just what I needed.

By mile six I knew that I was running at a pace much better than I had planned and made the decision to try and stick with it for the rest of the run. It was around this point that it started to take a bit more effort to keep it up, but I still felt comfortable. I’d also decided that I was going to carry on to 8 miles if at all possible.

Here are the splits:




Garmin Splits

Absolutely chuffed to bits!! I haven’t run that fast over that kind of distance for a long long time and the fact that I’ve managed negative splits and finished strongly gives me hope that a bit of form is coming back.

So on this run it worked. I started feeling upset, stressed, anxious. I finished feeling far more capable to cope with whatever was to come.

Today I needed to run, on my own, to be me, surrounded by nature.

Bawtry Forest Trail Race 2017

Last Sunday saw another early start to be on the road heading towards Bawtry Forest Trail Race.  We did this for the first time last year and really enjoyed it and decided it was worth the 80 minute drive to get there.  This time my teenager decided to join us too – it would be his longest race so far.  Advertised as a 7 mile race, I knew that it would be slightly short, ending up just over 6.5 miles by my watch.

Very low key, held on a farm (watch out for the piglets), small, but well organised and very friendly.  We turned up with just over an hour before the start, plenty of time for loo, collect numbers, drink, loo, change shoes, loo…..

All on rough tracks, grass and woodland trails – a bit muddy and slippy in places but nothing particularly difficult.

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I didn’t have a time in mind for this one (and actually couldn’t remember my time from the year before) so headed off to run to feel.  One thing to note that I will try and remember for next time is that I should have started further forward.  This isn’t chip timed, and it doesn’t really matter as there are less than 200 running, but I felt that I got very held up at the beginning as well as a bit jostled about.

Shoes.  My Karimoor Trail shoes to be exact.  Will not be worn again.  I’ve persevered with these, thinking that they would get better for wearing a few times.  I’ve now worn them about four times and they are getting worse.  So I’m getting rid.

What trail shoes would you recommend?  I’ve heard good things about the Salomon ones….

My right foot and toes were painful / numb for most of the race and seemed to mentally take a lot of space.  As much as I tried to stop thinking about it I couldn’t help it!  I’ve also got the start of blisters on the arch of my right foot.

The final 500m of the race is along a flat grass track, muddy and puddles in places but good, until the turn for the last 50m or so to the finish.  Then it is uphill.  Steep!  It really makes you dig deep to find the energy to run up that hill.

Bling?  Tech tshirt

Goody bag?  The best goody bag that I’ve ever experienced.  Sandwich, banana, water, lucozade, crumpets, wafer bar, mini soreen loaf, gels……  Literally a bag full!

Finish time:  01:00:03  (over 2 minutes quicker than last year)

Summer running

Time flies!   Can’t believe it has been a month since I wrote on here.

There has been lots of good running.  And I’m using Good in the definition of fun, enjoyable, social, not just fast !  I’m happy when fast happens, but it isn’t the only thing that makes a run good.

My seven year old nephew did his first parkrun with me.  With his football club they are aiming to do junior parkrun as a charity fundraiser and as they were visiting us I suggested he join us – thinking that he might just do part of the course and could stop when he wanted.  As Sewerby is kind of a figure of eight course it is easy to drop out as you pass the start again.  But no, he carried on and did the whole lot, no moaning at all!  We chatted the whole way round, taking walk breaks when we needed to and it was great fun.

Summer trail running.  We’ve done a few away runs with club which are always nice – different routes to try for a change of scenery and we always try to make sure that at least some of the course is off road.

Sewerby Cliffs

A couple of weeks ago I found myself unexpectedly alone to head to parkrun.  This doesn’t happen very often as either my son or OH are normally with me.  I decided to set off early and get a few miles in beforehand.  I’ve been wanting to run the cliff path at Sewerby towards flamborough for some time so a quick text to my OH to let him know the route I was planning (safety first.  Does anyone else do this?) and off I went.  I knew that this wouldn’t be a quick run as there are lots of steps.  It was a gorgeous morning, clear blue skies, bright sunshine and the smell of the salty air really does wake you up.

Steps down into Danes Dyke and back up the other side made my legs feel like jelly (and makes me think I need to do this more often…)  a bit further along the cliff and more steps down and back out of Hartendale Gutter.  This path is really easy to run for the majority of it, just some of the steep sections that need to be walked.  I made it to the top of the steps at South Landing and decided to turn round to make it back in time for the start of parkrun, knowing that I had all the steps to do again.  I really enjoyed this run and am planning and repeating but going a bit further next time.  I do think that the steps will help strengthen my legs.

Monday was a Bank Holiday here in England – an extra day off work!  So what to do, but plan a run on a new route!  We parked in Ulrome and headed north, initially picking up North Turnpike before trying to find the public footpath.  Less than a mile in, first problem – couldn’t find the footpath.  We stopped and asked some guys in tractors who pointed us in the right direction (never did see any footpath signs) which meant running down a rough potato field.  Over a very high and narrow footbridge and we were on better running for a little while.  My planned route had us taking a left turn onto the main road in Barmston and then quickly picking up another footpath to the right.  This was such a narrow path, with nettles and brambles one side, electric fence the other, knee high sopping wet grass, that it was impossible to run.  Just as we came to the end of the path and a kissing gate with a sigh of relief, I spotted the cattle.  I don’t like cattle.   I particularly don’t like a herd of young, inquisitive bullocks.  My OH headed into the field to see how they would react and straight away they all started to move towards us.  Our route took us along the side of the field, but the other side of the fence was a dyke, so no escape route.  I refused to go.


Will you go through fields of cattle?  It is one thing I’m really frightened of.

This meant having to turn round and go back down the lovely narrow path, getting feet a bit wetter (if that was in any way possible).  Back in the village and we retraced our steps and headed the other way along the main street and soon picked up another footpath heading north.  This was actually the path that I’d planned on returning on – chalk track to begin with then onto grass field edges.  We don’t really like doing out and back routes so worked out how we could change our plan to still do a circular route.  This meant heading across to the beach near Fraisthorpe and running two thirds of the way back along the beach.  I’ve never run on sand before.  Running on sand is hard work!

Fraisthorpe looking towards Bridlington

It was absolutely beautiful though.

Heading south from Fraisthorpe

Slight issue that we got as far on the beach as we could go with the tide as high as it was and had to climb up the rocks to get to the top path (safely note – probably not a good idea to climb on the rocks and certainly not if you were on your own).  The grass path definitely felt easier than the sand!

A bit of rock climbing!

The last mile was the most boring part of the run taking us along the edge of a caravan park and back along the road to the village where we’d left our car.  7.5 miles run.  Wet soggy feet.  Achy legs from the sand.  Slightly red faces.  Great big smiles.  Loved it.


Back to more mundane running this week – club hill repeats last night, general club run Thursday, parkrun Saturday.  Hope to get out on Sunday but haven’t planned the diary that far ahead yet…

Hope you’ve been enjoying some nice sunny runs.

Lincoln parkrun tourism

Planning a weekend away after our wedding obviously has to include a parkrun;  indeed the choice of hotel was governed by being within running distance of the nearest parkrun (obsession??!).  Lincoln isn’t too far away from us, which meant that we wouldn’t be spending too much time travelling and it is somewhere that I have wanted to visit for a while.

We stayed in the Double Tree by Hilton on Brayford Wharf and arrived on Friday lunchtime after a pretty easy journey (actually, sorting out the child and the dogs to leave for the weekend is the hardest thing!) and we were happy to be able to check in early, dump our bags and head out to explore.

Inside Lincoln Cathedral

Steep Hill is called that for a reason!  It is not often that we get to just wander at leisure – we always seem to be busy and rushing to move on to the next thing.  What a nice change then to be able to take our time, stop for a glass of wine, wander a bit further.  We kept it simple in the evening by popping to the Ask restaurant just a few hundred metres from the hotel to have a lovely meal and share a bottle of fizz.  This was also the fifth anniversary of my step brother passing away so a bit of sadness was there too.  I still don’t feel that I’ve dealt with his death emotionally at all – but actually have no idea how to.

Five years ago on these same few days was one of the worst times of my life.  I’d been forced out of my home, my step brother died at 37 after a relatively short fight with cancer and I was struggling to cope with just day to day things.  Five years – seems such a short time, but also such a long time (if that makes any sense at all).  Life has certainly changed!  I’m very happy to have such a happy occasion to think of at this time of year now.

Lincoln parkrun

About a mile and a half steady trot along the side of the canal took us to the start of parkrun – a slight wrong turning on one of the paths in the park meant we were a bit later than planned (and missed the first timers briefing) but in time for the general welcome (and a surprise when we bumped into Wendy from our home parkrun!).  It had rained LOTS over night and the grass was very wet where we were stood, which meant we were getting eaten alive by the bugs whilst we waited L  should have remembered the insect repellent.

The course starts on the grass and quickly narrows to tarmac paths for three loops round the park.  I wondered if I’d find the laps boring, but because it was quite twisty and through trees / over bridges / round corners etc it was fine.

I was over the moon with a finishing time of 25:18 !

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Lincoln parkrun

A steady walk / jog back to the hotel ended up a bit quicker when we realised we had time to get back, shower and still be in time for breakfast!  This is perfect and something we will certainly look for in future – a hotel that serves breakfast till 11 fits in great.

Did I like Lincoln parkrun – Yes

Would I visit again – definitely Yes.  It was friendly and we even got a mention in the weekly report (although how they knew who we were / where we are from is a mystery!).

Saturday afternoon and Sunday and we were back up Steep Hill each day to visit the Cathedral and the Castle – both well worth a visit.  I will admit by the end of the weekend my legs were aching.  Lincoln is a lovely place to visit and I hope to go back before long.

Lincoln Cathedral taken from the Castle Walls

A special event

If you have come here expecting a blog post about running, just bare with me, I will get there eventually 😉

Thursday 20th July.  The first of a few days off work.  Pouring with rain!  So what is a girl to do, but go and get married!

A few months ago we’d got engaged and at the time agreed that we didn’t want to wait ages and ages before getting married, but then you start thinking about the logistics, the politics (who to invite, who not, who you have to etc etc!), the cost, the hassle, the stress…….   and we really didn’t want our day to be about all of that.  We have both been married before, which does make a difference but wanted the day to be about us, the commitment that we were making to each other and without any of the hassle.

So we decided to not invite anyone!  That is, apart from our witnesses, who were my son and my OH’s daughter.   Not only did we not invite anyone, we didn’t tell anyone either.

It was perfect

Instead of rushing around to the hairdressers (for a style you’ve never had before and don’t even look like yourself) and having nails done, I got up and took the dogs out for a walk.  I did my own hair, didn’t bother painting my nails.

There were a few nerves in the car on the way to the registry office – after all, it is an important thing we were doing but once we were there I was surprisingly calm.  A very nice, very relaxed ceremony – which included photo’s taken by our kids and even a few I took of them (I said it was relaxed!) while we were waiting for the register to be completed.  It was really personal, vows said to each other rather than just repeated to the official and then we were married!

I’d booked afternoon tea at Burythorpe House Hotel for the four of us.  Would recommend if you are in the area!  The food was delicious and the service good too.  It also meant that we weren’t eating too late in the afternoon – important for what we had planned next…


Running club!

What else would we do on a Thursday night other than go to running club ? 😉

We had put a post on facebook in the afternoon so many did know what we’d been up to by the time we got to club, but the t shirts we’d got for the occasion helped others work out what was going on.

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It was a perfect day, perfect for us.

More about the weekend away and parkrun tourism next.