What will I do when I return home, and I can no longer run next to the sea? I’ve been spoilt recently!
This morning, my run took in clear blue sea, black rocky outcrops, green covered cliffs and coastal paths, sheep, cows, fields, vertical hills, country paths, beaches, rock pools….
I started out a bit later than usual this morning; it was nearly 8am by the time I headed out the door. Anna showed me a new path along the edge of a nearby field, and I set off. She was going to meet me a bit further into the run.
The path was downhill and uneven. I had to really concentrate on where I was putting my feet, and my shoes were full of water by the time I got to the end of it, because the grass was so wet.
I then joined the road. A typical Cornwall country road: long, narrow, winding…. and climbing upwards. I gritted my teeth and ran to the top, only stopping a couple of times fo walk briefly.
I really miss hills. Norfolk is so flat. I miss the beauty of a hilly landscape, and I miss how fit you become when you’re walking/ running up and down them wherever you go.
Anna met me at the top, and we picked our way down another vertical hill to the beach. As we ran along, Anna had to stop a few times, and I carried on and ran back to “pick her up”.
Anna remarked that it was a great photo opportunity: “the skinny sister running behind the….” then she paused, unsure how to phrase it… “the… bigger one!” she said, finally.
She’ll kill me for including this! She’s the most weight-blind person I know, as well as the most caring, maternal “big sister” you could hope for. I tend to notice every ounce (almost) that people lose or put on, because I’ve always been self conscious about my weight, whereas Anna has always been slim, and doesn’t notice how big/small/fat/thin people are. I don’t think she’d ever think about it at all if she hadn’t grown up with me and my weight worries. Her slenderness is partly genetics (possibly), partly because she’s naturally active (definitely), partly because she eats sensibly (undoubtedly), and she’s always just been that way. She’s my older sister, who I compared myself to all the time when we were growing up, and she has always been thinner than me (like… 2 or 3 dress sizes).
So, I know that she actually meant this as a compliment! She was pointing out that, however much I worry about being fat or thin, I’m fit and active, and I can actually run further than her at the moment (this isn’t always the case).
We continued up the hill to the coastal path on top of the cliff. Again, Anna needed to stop, so I ran on, continuing along and up an incline. I knew if I stopped, I’d find it difficult to re-start, so I said to her that I’d run back to meet her once I’d got to the top.
When I met her again, we went off towards home, but I was still feeling good, so I said I’d double back and go further along the coastal path, and see her later.
It was cows that terminated my run in the end. As I’ve said before, I won’t run through cow fields. So when I had no option but to do so if I wanted to continue, I turned back.
I’d run about 5 miles in total, but it was definitely “undulating”.
It was tough. But it was enjoyably tough.