Having braved the elements for Friday
night's hills sprints I was surprised when Mary woke up full of beans
and with the concern that maybe she needed to up the distance /
time-on-feet for the Fling in 5 weeks.
I had a quick breakfast, grabbed the
bigger camera, and we dashed out the door, up to the station to catch
the 1.43pm train getting into NB and started running for
2.20pm. The weather was Baltic; snow flurries and a stiff Siberian breeze. The East~West wind direction had suggested running back
from North Berwick rather than to NB, and on the couple of occasions
we ran into the wind it was extremely discouraging.
I had changed a couple of settings on
the G3 and was pleased to see taking it off manual focus led to a
fewer number of badly focussed photos. There just isn't the time
while running to stop and fiddle with fine tuning – especially
while wearing 2 pairs of gloves. Which is not to say I kept an even
pace. I would see a big wave crashing on the rocks and set the camera
up to capture it. By the time I had missed several exploding tsunamis
Mary had disappeared over the horizon – underlining the benefit of
a steady (slower) pace, during a long run, over a sprint then stop,
sprint and walk. Although we ran the same distance – 27 miles – I
clocked half an hour less on the Garmin, which stopped timing
(auto-pause) every time I paused for photos.
The first 10 miles were the most taxing
terrain but most enjoyable, on the beaches and sandy trails from
North Berwick to Aberlady. The sea was storm tossed and a sullen grey
green with white breakers mashing onto the beaches. There was so much
to occupy us the miles flew by and every corner revealed new
spectacle. Just after Fidra we passed Ian and Jane out dog-walking.
Then 3 runners up ahead turned out to
be Bernie and a couple of chums (Standard Lifers?) They were
travelling quicker than ourselves but they took the rocky beach, we
took the newer bulldozed path next to the green fence, and caught
them just before the newly exposed WWII brick lookout. We ran with
them for a bit but let them go, watching them gain ground into
Gullane. They had parked at Aberlady, run the road to Dirleton into
the wind, before the more pleasant trails back to Aberlady. Bernie
assumed we had timed our run to coincide with the low tide. Hilarious
to think we were that organised. With the new paths above the beach
near Marine Villa the height of the tide is much less of a deal
maker.
Twins
For variety and extra mileage we ducked
into the woods before Gullane where the tree troll builders had been
busy remodelling the vandalised stumps. The wind break of the trees
was appreciated. The low tide let us run along the beach at Gullane
Point although there was a bit of rockhopping. I had asked if we
might hug the shore as I could see waves just beyond the point
crashing dramatically on the rocks there. I ran across and spent so
long there failing to capture the biggest waves that I got a bit cold, and Mary had long since gone. After a bit I saw her waving silhouette
on the horizon.
Aberlady beach was as open and empty as
I've ever seen it, the mini subs along the far end, high and dry. We
didn't get that far, taking the inland trail along to the wooden
bridge and car park. Just before this section Mary had warned that it
would probably be into the wind. It was, and the accompanying hail /
snow was deeply unpleasant. It left us well ready for the anticipated
delights of the Londis shop. Coffee machine still broken but on the
upside 1.5 Pain Au Chocolats each. I also had a Double Decker to
ward off the cold. Mary had anticipated the broken coffee machine and
carried a small light flask of coffee which we shared.
This, and the deer flying through the
magic forest (as I chased them in a more lumbering fashion) raised
spirits and we set off on the remaining 16 miles in good heart.
Essential on a day when it would have been easy to have a cold,
tiresome run in ugly, grey weather. Slowly we ticked off the landmarks
– Seton Sands and the return to tarmac. The caffeine had inspired a
visit to the public toilet here and I ran ahead. The increased
jostling increased the urgency and it was with alarm that I
hauled on the locked door. However reducing the shoogle also
reduced my internal dilemma and I felt I would be ok till the aptly
named Pans. Here, the same story, locked toilets. Mary advised if I
stood on the shore looking out to sea nobody would see I was having a
dump on the beach. (Or rather I wouldn't see anyone.) Our brains were a bit addled and as weariness and
exposure reduced inhibitions I felt I might take a main street shit
on the doorstep of the next locked toilet.
Mary insisted on a walk break at 19
miles. It was not a lovely evening for a walk but five minutes passed quickly while we chatted about rubbish knocking around our empty
heads. I was pleased with the regularity of long run training for the
Fling which means feet and toes are used to the trauma of 5 hours of pounding
and don't blister. Minimising aches is the cornerstone of ultra
running. I was also testing distance running without tape, the tape
that has greatly helped me slowly recover from the dreaded PF foot.
No tape and no PF ache. 14 months of taping maybe coming to an end.
At the Pans we ducked onto the shore
(beach is too pretty a word for the coast there,) and a couple of
lads gave us a cheery smile and some good natured cheek. I think the
Siberian weather had kept all the neds indoors. Slowly the Pans coast
becomes the lagoons of Musselburgh which we chose in preference to
the shorter tarmac direttissimo home. As dusk fell the orange lights
of Edinburgh called us home. Musselburgh became Joppa and Mary had
another walk break around 23miles. This gave me time to set up a long
exposure shot from just before the Prom. The camera “senses” when
it is immobilised by a tripod or fence post and will take a several
second exposure (6 seconds here) if the (lack of) light requires it.
I have no idea about the processes involved in making a decision
like this, but I was very pleased with the result, showing the red
glow in the sky above the prom.
I caught up with Mary and took some
photos of her in the orangey red light on the prom. I was using the
flash but the camera decided on some longer exposure shots and there
is an amount of drift that is quite fun. Messing around like this
passed the grim last few miles, though with home and wine just around
the corner it all went by without too much horror.
It was a major journey in very trying
conditions. (On the back of a tough session the night before.) It is
this sort of training that makes a long arduous race easier to cope
with. We left the house before 1.30pm and returned around 8pm. All
for less than £10 a piece. Bargain!
Video to follow.
Home!
Mmmm, haven't had a Double Decker in years. Good use of the wind at your backs there Peter.
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