Day 117 mile 117: Folding Triangles into Circles. This morning I am in Llanfairfechan, and although it is chilly and grey the place is still very pretty. The high street below the crossroads is dominated by Victorian buildings which still retain much of their quirky charm as the road meanders its way down to the sea, with its wide sands, promenade and pavilion café. As it is early the world is just waking up with very few people about apart from the occasional commuter hunched resentfully in a fleece jacket at the bus stop and in the distance the sound of someone trying in vain to get a diesel van engine started.
Turning right along the prom the buildings start to recede and the vista opens up across the sands and up to the mountains. Here, the people seem to be having a better time of it, one group sharing a cuppa from a thermos. Further on a dog walker with a terrier who was bouncing along the sea wall anywhere between waist and ear height depending on how excited it was at that moment, and moving across the prom and away onto the sands groups of fishermen collecting bait ready for the turn of the tide.
Turning right again, passing under the 6ft high railway bridge and the larger tile-decorated road bridge with its pixelated waves suggestive of a digitised version of Hokusai’s woodblock the road rises steeply before turning again onto the flatter old road back though the town, past the school and the suspiciously single building of the doctor’s surgery/veterinary practice before taking me back to the start.
All in all a lovely run. It is great to get back to running a proper route again. For the last 3 days I have run ½ mile in one direction and then turned around and come back the other way, so it is nice to do a ‘circular’ route. This starts to bring on its own sort of madness as I don’t think I have ever actually run a circular route, unless spinning a roundabout counts! It is simply a matter of topology I guess, whereby a route is either a loop or not, no matter how much you bend or deform it; if there is a gap in the middle of the torus the shape remains the same. I suppose with origami you can make a bird but the paper is still square, and thus rather than being linear, with a bit of imagination today’s route has folded a wonky triangle into a perfect circle 🙂
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Distance: 2018.1 meters recorded
(1 mile = 1609.34 m.)
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Today’s earworm goes with the madness of topology, origami and the repetitive nature sonic nature of running, footfalls and breath. There is also subtle long term development, give it a minutes to start shifting before you turn it off as it runs until at least 3 min 30 before much interesting starts to happen 😉