Horrible 25 Km run yesterday following the river Tees. The problem was I need different shoes for different parts of it from road shoes to 15 mm spikes.
Horrible 25 Km run yesterday following the river Tees. The problem was I need different shoes for different parts of it from road shoes to 15 mm spikes.
Saturday was the first cross-country race where I've actually felt I was losing out by wearing fell shoes and not spikes, so treacherous was progress on a couple of areas... however those with spikes seemed to be equally struggling...!
My problem too yesterday. As part of the run was on road I opted for Salomon speedcross which were next to useless in the mud.
Who would have thought two months ago that now I would be hoping for some rain to soften the ground a bit! I have been running through what were quagmires in March, and my socks are the same pristine white as when I set off.
In his lifetime he suffered from unreality, as do so many Englishmen.
Jorge Luis Borges
I was thinking the same last week in Shropshire... although when i got home my feet were that usual shade of brown despite the dry conditions.
I guess that says a lot about the state of my shoes.
After a walk around the original Bowland Fiendsdale race route on Thursday, in absolutely bone dry conditions, my lower legs were absolutely black - peat dust sticking to the sun block!
I remember similar in the very hot summer of '84 after running across Ward's Stone and Wolfhole Crag.
I was a bit of an oddball until I was abducted by aliens; but I'm perfectly OK now!
Some of the footpaths in wooded areas are now quite squelchy, at least those that haven't been surfaced with gravel. But in open areas, where they get direct sunlight, they are still drying out very quickly, even after heavy showers.
In his lifetime he suffered from unreality, as do so many Englishmen.
Jorge Luis Borges
Mud not too bad yet, except in the field where heavy machinery has been harvesting the maize. But we are into ankle-turning season, when protruding tree-roots and rocks are concealed under a carpet of leaves.
In his lifetime he suffered from unreality, as do so many Englishmen.
Jorge Luis Borges
I'd say it was pretty deep, with occasional deceptively shallow bits.