I was back in the UK for three weeks and, as per my Q3 resolutions, my sole goal was to run at least four times per week for at least half an hour. I succeeded (yay) but more than that, I loved it. The cooler temperatures were lovely to run in and wherever possible I abandoned the roads to run along trails. In the UK they’re called Byways or Footpaths but they’re basically the same thing.
In the US, I’m nervous of running trails alone, worried about mountain lions and rattlesnakes. I’ve always wondered if I’m a bit of a chicken, but as I happily ran down British footpaths, I realized that I was totally happy to run trails alone if I knew I wouldn’t be mauled by giant cats or bitten by venomous snakes. It was really encouraging to me.
This post is very photo heavy…I hope you enjoy the pictures. I’ve tried to steer clear of the photos I shared on Instagram but sometimes I just loved those ones too much so I’ve put them here too. (If you don’t follow me on IG, do it!)
My first few days were at home in God’s Own County of Wiltshire. I had one of my best ever runs there, along both familiar and new-to-me footpaths and trails. It was utter bliss and I was super-happy for the entire 10 miles!!
We then headed down to Devon to go camping for a few days with my parents. I don’t know Devon very well but it was honestly one of the best places I’ve ever run. Even lusher, greener and more beautiful than Wiltshire (can’t believe I said that), it literally blew me away. Really want to go back.
Up to Yorkshire, to Leeds for the Leeds 10k. I also snuck in a very easy morning run around Roundhay Park. At 6.30am I had it to myself and it wasn’t ugly.
We headed next to Skegness in Lincolnshire to stay with my in-laws. It’s very touristy there and not the most beautiful part of the world, but by doing some googling and heading for the trails, I discovered new places I’d never visited before and found some real loveliness.
I also made the very smart move of contacting the local running club, the Skegness Coasters, a few weeks ago and asking if I could join them on their Tuesday night club-run. I’d done this a few years ago and loved it!! I joined them again for their Beep Test night. Killed myself on a humid evening, ended up second-most-enduring female and loved it. It made me really wish I was in a running club here!
After some other diversions with no running, we finally went back to Wiltshire for a couple of lovely last runs.
It’s lovely to be back with the Husband (who does his Ironman on Saturday) and the cat (who isn’t into triathlons) but I do miss the UK. I’d forgotten how beautiful the place is, and how incredibly green due to the liquid sunshine it gets every day. I’d forgotten the incredible, constant cloud action. The people aren’t as grumpy as I remember and if the food is still uninspiring and the coffee dreadful, the tea is awesome and the hugs are real.
Thanks for a wonderful time, darling England. See you next summer.