Rapture Postponed...

No, not a post apocalyptic religious loon post...

I've been looking forward to Rivington, it was going to be hard, cold work and definitely more of a speed hike than a run (my kit sorted that out).  It was cancelled for the best of reasons, safety... According to the excellent information the organisers couldn't get the car up to the start or the feed stations, so apart from no food, if any of us had come a cropper we'd have had problems getting out!

So the paths around home are in a more dangerous state than I care to run in - yes that sounds odd, but on flat pavements with ice in patches I'd be at more risk than on a hill... It's the patches that would get me... which leaves me grumpy, on a mild carbo-high and champing at the bit to do something!!!

I also have an essay due in on Thursday, so having to concentrate instead of just running is doing my head in... Oh well, there's plenty out there that does my head in (a mild rant - READ stuff, UNDERSTAND stuff, and then only if you are really sure you know what's going on comment!!!) and I can't control much of it.

So to assuage my ill humours a weekend of hard walking has been planned for a fortnights time, my last heavy training before the Fellsman.  Which is a bit of joke, there hasn't been that much heavy training at all this year...

Grump Grump Grump

The good news is the organisers of Rivington should let us know soon of a rescheduled date, my talk to The Down's Heart Group went well (the parents laughed in the places I hoped they would and some kindly gave positive feedback), I've a day off tomorrow to write my essay, visit a museum or two and climb my arms off...

I also have the Fellsman to plan - for those who don't know, the Fellsman is 60 miles & 11,000ft of continuous walking - in c36 hours... Yes I am scared.

On which note...

TTFN   
 
Paul

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