Day 130 mile 130: I guess it’s fun if you like that sort of thing. Hills and mountains are extremely alluring. Books have been written on the subject of humanity’s perceived ‘relationships’ with these inert lumps of rock and many people have built successful careers based on the fact that others are interested in the beauty and hardship created by these environments. Every so often one can have an amazing day in the hills, discover astounding beauty and encounter sufficient peril to feel that the character has built. At other times slogging up a hill is simply that!
Tucked away just off my morning commute is a small footpath rising from the road gaining some 400 ft of high in about half a mile and then meeting the road to rattle back down the hill. Being met with a barrage of emails that not even a cup of tea in the-large-mug could make go away, the thought of going for a lunch time run up a big hill and getting it all in perspective seemed like a really attractive idea!
The outing started in suitably contrary fashion with waist high stinging nettles either side of the style to the footpath. After a brief amble across a field to the far hedge there followed a quixotic charge across the four lanes of the expressway to make the footpath on the far side.
This landed me in a field of cows, unfortunately these were not the gentle grazing kind shown in post cards, these were the parental variety, angry mothers with curious calves to defend, I didn’t linger long, in-spite of the increasing gradient and cow churned loam. It was with some relief that I made the far side of the field and into the next where the gradient ramped up even more steeply up to an alarming 48% suffice it to say that I was relieved when the top came and the path met the road on the way back down.
The return was altogether a different experience. Running downhill on a single track road through the woods, it was possible to appreciate and enjoy how steep the climb up had been. This was made all the better by being joined buy a buzzard, brown as a newly shelled conker, who flew strait down the road ahead of me about 20 ft up, for several hundred yards.
All things considered it was quite an adventure, in a contrary sort of way!
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Distance: 2159.3 meters recorded
(1 mile = 1609.34 m.)
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Today’s earworm is a slightly sad one as the death of Robert Miles has been reported in the UK press this morning. Some of his work sounds a little dated now, but it captured a time and for me, has some amazing memories attached to it. Mostly of charging around in the late 90s, usually in the mountains, often with my student housemate at the time, Alan. There is a great sensation of space to Miles’ music which fits with the feeling of being in the hills, this, combined with the feeling of speed and euphoria made it something of an anthem for cycling, climbing, running and generally living life full tilt.