So I’m back from our trip to the UK and oops, I totally failed to blog whilst I was away. Our laptop broke the day before we left and wasn’t fixed in time, so I had a little blogging break and it was FAB! I really love blogging, but a break can be a good thing! I’m back in California, back online and have a LOT to say!
As expected, my mileage took a nose-dive whilst I was away. Time with family and friends, especially when you live so far away, always takes priority. I’m totally chilled about that and think it did me good physically and mentally. I’m really excited about putting together a training plan and getting started, but it was really nice to have a few weeks of comfy, happy running.
Apologies if you follow me on Instagram as you’ll have already seen many of these photos.
We flew into London and spent the first five days with my parents down in Wiltshire. I am clearly biased, but Wiltshire is very beautiful – so green, so lush. I got a wonderful run in on the Thursday. It was a mix of quiet, country lanes and along footpaths and bridle-paths (the UK equivalent of trails in many places) and it was bliss. I wanted to do six miles but ended up doing about eight as it was just so nice.
That weekend, we went camping with the Parents down to Dorset, the next county along. Dorset is maybe more green and bucolic even that Wiltshire, and we had an amazing time. If you told me 15 years ago that I would go caravanning with the Parents, I would have died inside but I was DESPERATELY excited about this weekend and it was brilliant. I snuck off for a run on the Saturday morning down quiet lanes, past campsites (with handily placed toilets). I then planned to run up a big hill on a footpath to see spectacular Corfe Castle from the top but came up against two of the UK’s biggest trail menaces….cows and stinging nettles. A lot of UK public footpaths go through cow fields and I am nervous of cows, especially when alone and when running. They are also often flanked by stinging nettles (which we don’t have in California) and I got stung to death by them. (It doesn’t hurt particularly). When the footpath headed into a field with some Mummy Cows and Baby Cows, it officially became too Cow-y for me so I turned back, but it had been the most beautiful run!
And here are a couple of totally gratuitous shots of our week.
The next day, we headed up north for a week…but that’s a whole new blog post!!