Someone come rescue me... I'm stuck to the sofa!

Welcome to October and my gods what a day it has been today! It has rained, rained and then some. Proper cold wet stuff as well. Now I'm not averse to rain - infact I quite like the stuff - but I was a bit worried about being swept away by a random wave flowing down the Bristol Road. Thankfully by the time we ran at 6.30ish the day was turning into a beautiful evening. One of my favourite things about running is the things you get to see which we so often miss stuck in cars, offices, houses, supermarkets etc. Watching the sky turn through all shades of pink to a sumptuous midnight blue with stars blinking into existence one by one, was thankfully enough to distract me from the nagging pain of my body objecting to being hauled round the streets of Longbridge, Rubery/Rednal and Northfield at ungodly speeds.

Tonight we extended our run. Now Tor showed me the route previously and I said to her "you do realise how big that hill is?" She confidently assured me that she did and it really wasn't that bad.

THE WOMAN IS TRYING TO KILL ME!!!!

It was a mile of sheer hell I'm sure the oxygen depleted, the air got thin, whatever, it was just damn hard. I managed to get to the top and I really have no idea how (as I say I thank the distraction of Mother Nature at her finest which certainly helped on the lower levels) but my head was so spangly when I got to the top. I had to take a mo to catch my breath and reassure my head it was attached to my body and the pain it was experiencing was proof of that attachment. I just figured if I could get to the top of that wretched hill then anything after that was going to seem relatively easy. It kind of worked except for the fact that I was then knackered at the start!

After all the rain there was puddles and mud aplenty. Now I've found that it's just impossible to avoid puddles so it's best to accept that you're going to get wet and just run through as if you're walking on perfectly dry and stable land. This approach works well most of the time but tonight I nearly lost my foot as I plodded through seemingly shallow puddle only to find my foot disappearing into Davy Jones locker. This resulted in giggles which then threw my breathing out (especially when I could hear yelps from Tor making similar mistakes behind me).

All in all though a good run. We upped it to about 7.5 miles in about 1hr30ish mins so not too bad really as it was quite tough in places.

I am done in now though. Had to pick kids up from Tors, get them home, washed/teeth/milk/bed routine by which time it was gone 9pm. Collapsed on the sofa after they were in bed for a cup of coffee before I go shower and now its 10.15pm and I'm still here in my running gear typing this feeling tired, stiff, cold and achy (and lets face it propbably smelly too). The radiators are kicking in so I may not move... perhaps I can't... no I'm sure I can... but maybe I won't...at least not for a while anyway.