Are Those Norwegian Voices I Hear?
I just can’t believe this weather. It’s more like November than August, with an absolutely howling Northerly / Northeasterly wind coming off the North Sea.
I know all about running in this kind of weather - head off into the wind, so that at least you get an easier time of it for the second half of the run. Dressing up warm also helps, but this is August, so it can’t be that cold, can it?
So this morning’s run was the 4.4 mile out-and-back to the lighthouse. It’s actually a five miler to the causeway across to St Mary’s Island, but with the wind whipping the sea to a frothy temper, I decided to stop short - I could do without the soaking from the sea spray.
The out leg of the run was hard. Nothing for it but to put my shoulder into it, knuckle down, suck it up, etc, etc. At one point the gale howling past me seemed to contain voices, and I joked with myself that I was hearing a conversation on the sea front Stravanger in Norway that’d been blown on the wind across the 400 miles of the North Sea. It was that windy.
[Billy Connoly gag coming up . . .] I just hope that there weren’t any Norwegian dogs being taken for a walk, peeing against the railings . . . . that sea spray sure does taste odd . . .
Anyway, the up side of going out into the wind, is that you get a far easier time of it on the way back. Like doing my last mile in six minutes, and feeling fine at the end! It’s not me . . . it’s the wind. It’s not me . . . it’s the wind.
- Type: Run
- Date: 08/22/2007
- Time: 01:12:44
- Total Time: 00:31:44.00
- Distance: 4.6 miles
- Average Pace: 6:53.79/mile