Back on the hills - again

After my successful runs, such as the one on the Great Orme, I dared to join the Thursday Night Hill training again. And it would be a week with pizza!

I rocked up on the cold and bright night, slightly nervous. I hadn’t done 12k yet for months! And I seized the opportunity for something else as well. Someone had recommended to me to get a proper running coach. Maybe if I ran in a different way I wouldn't get all these injuries? That was absolutely worth a try! So I asked Dyfed, who organises this gig and probably knows everything there is to know about the local running community, if he knew of anyone who does running training. Then he thought a bit and then said "this bloke here". I didn't expect an answer like that! But I talked a bit with the bloke question, and he said he was happy to go running with me at some point, and see what he could detect. I hope this really happens and it will indeed lead to injury prevention.

When it was time we set off. And I started calm. I made it up to the first turning point without problems. That was great! And I was also glad to see I could still keep up. My fitness hadn’t suffered too much.

Looking back at Llanberis

There are four proper turning points, when we run up a hill, wait for each other at the highest point, and then run down again. The second one went well as well! I was feeling confident. I did start to feel it a little bit on the third and fourth uphill, but nothing too worrisome.

It was also just really nice to run with the crew again! I'm starting to know a fair number of names, and everyone is nice and inviting.

On the last downhill I noticed our Dutch twin, with a new dog. At least; new for me. It was a one year old spaniel, and she was trying to teach him how to behave while running with her. It was clear the dog still had a fair amount to learn! It was very sweet to see.

We then got back to the cars, and I drove to the pizza place, put on a dry shirt, and went in. We ended up with a men's table and a women’s table. Not quite sure why, but that's how it worked out. But it was nice to have a chat with the other women. And the pizza was good!

When I got home I went straight to bed. It was a tiring week in which I had had something on every night that week! And I knew that only the next day I would know for sure how my ankle was. I really hoped it would be okay…