Tonight’s RR10 adventure was at Janesmoor Pond in the New Forest, although there was some slight confusion, at least on my part because I thought it was across the road at Stoney Cross. Luckily Commando knew where we were going and we managed to pull into the correct car park alongside several other Spitfires who arrived at around the same time. The first job was erecting the tent and flag. This proved slightly more difficult than expected. Continue reading Janesmoor Pond, more ups than downs
Lately life seems to have been nothing but one race after another. This morning we were up early yet again, heading for a race. This though, would be the last race of the year. In an epic piece of bad planning on the part of the people who plan races, there were actually three races going on this morning in different parts of Hampshire. Without a time machine though, we could only go to one and, as I’d been asked to be the keeper of the numbers for the CC6, we were off the Janesmoor Pond. Continue reading Janesmoor Pond, fog, mud and Santas
This month seems to have been nothing but RR10’s with one almost every week. Tonight’s was on familiar territory, at Janesmoor Pond, near Stoney Cross in the New Forest. Frustratingly for Commando, it would be another race he couldn’t run because his ankle was still swollen and painful just walking. Even so, he decided to go along to cheer on his fellow Spitfires. Of course I went along too with my trusty camera. Continue reading A hilly run with cows, geese and a lost shoe at Janesmoor Pond
When Commando said the Itchen Spitfires needed someone to write their newsletter I heard myself volunteer. Sometimes I don’t know when to keep my big fat mouth shut! In all honesty, I didn’t think they’d want a humble walker like myself. Turns out I was wrong. Despite my lack of knowledge of all things running, they did. Still, I’ve made a career of writing about things I know nothing about so why should this be any different? Steep learning curve here we come. When Commando said he’d be running the RR10 at Stoney across tonight it seemed like my chance to add to my nonexistent running knowledge. Continue reading Stoney Cross, sunsets and what on earth is an RR10?
On the last day of March 2013, despite my recent twenty two mile walk, I was more than happy to go for a wander in the New Foest with Commando. He was off running for an hour so it was never going to be an epic walk but there were a few surprises to be had along the way and Commando had a final trick up his sleeve to make me smile. Continue reading you’d think I’d walked enough for one weekend… 31 March 2013