beachy halloween

And we were just about out the door when Mary said take that mask and the hat. Might as well, it is Halloween. I made them for a Halloween party many years ago and they have been gathering dust on top of a wardrobe since. Never quite got round to binning them, or going to another Halloween party.

Fiona and Lucy

Falko's seem to have adopted smaller paper cups. Last week I felt short changed when I got a smaller cup while Mary's black coffee came in the standard size. I'm sure it's the same amount of caffeine but less water and they haven't started charging less. So this week I asked for an Americana and not a flat white. BOTH cups were small and the price seems to have slightly increased from £6.70 to £6.90 for 2 coffees and 2 raisin brioche. I may change dealers to the Village Coffee Shop next time as they give you a massive cup that had me up till all hours of the night the other Monday. Anyway while we are sat there Lucy and Fiona appear. They have already caught the train to Dunbar and run back and will prob get to Longniddry before catching the train back to Edinburgh. They look fresher than we are feeling so we make them model the hat and mask. Lucy is not looking happy because she has just found out the hard papier mâché interior is about the most uncomfortable thing you could ever strap to your face. 

So as part of Mary's self improvement come self harming we are doing 10 burpees in the car park. The tendency is for the person holding the camera to aim the camera at the prone section of the exercise then miss the jump. First 5 are easy peasy except I lose count. Was that six or seven? After about 8 I am ready for a sit down and drive home.

hup

yup

Mary took this.

There was a big strudel of dark grey cloud hovering above the Forth. While the sun was shining it felt like summer. Then the cloud rolled inland, hiding the sun and it felt like it might hail or sleet. (Putting an end to ideas about swimming.)

I think the blue glove runs up and down the beach at night.

Mary took this obvs.

who needs a broomstick?

goosey v-ness

Run done and Mary felt 1/ we weren't going in swimming and 2/ we should do the Halloween shoot on the beach. Why? No idea? Best just follow orders. 

beach gallery

Last Sunday, Oct 25th we went for a gentle recovery run around the beach at Gullane / Aberlady and perhaps a swim. Stoked up on crack caffeine the beach was looking fab. First there was a myriad tiny brightly coloured grasses or mosses or ferny things that were red then yellow and so sparkling that Mary stood on her head. Until some passers-by came upon us and hovered embarrassed, thinking they maybe had come across a cult. I was also hovering wearing a "you-know-how-it-is" look on my face.

And then just item after item that looked very distinctive; like it would be more at home in a gallery than washed up on the beach. And it wasn't that the light was special. It was pleasant but a long way from bright or sunny.

Mary turned this plank over to reveal lots of raisins and sultanas although it wouldn't surprise you to learn they didn't have the same variety of taste as colour. We didn't open the rocket bottle to find out what it might contain but I do like the colour combo of white, seaweed black and red.

What miraculous journey takes a large lightbulb to the beach without breaking it? I was going to wash it off for a proper close up but as the shoreline sand sank on approach to the water I remembered my pledge to keep my shoes dry. I hadn't taken a change of shoes and would be standing in Tesco's in them 2 hrs later whether they were dry or wet. I hate getting my feet wet unless it's for a good reason, and I have a change of shoes to hand.

blue glove has left his perch and has been touring the beach

I felt warmed up after the run and determined to go in for a swim. The last time swimming had seemed so much colder and I hoped it was just a glitch. I didn't want to draw a line under the swim season by admitting defeat to a glitch so put on the winter gear (properly warm hood and gloves) and braced myself. Mary wasn't keen so just had a paddle to loosen off stiff legs from the previous day's longer run. We also took the thermometer along to give us an objective measurement. Air was just over 10' water was just under. And no, that doesn't make them feel the same, no idea why. The winter gear made it very do-able but did feel a bit clumsy. More like swimming in a deep sea diver outfit than slipping sleekly through the water. The chill factor was bearable though. It would be interesting to know if it was colder last time.

"Thanks" to Craig for this birthday gift in response to my seal-o-phobia. I have since seen videos shot in the Scilly Isles of seals and swimmers interacting and feel suitably foolish for freaking that time. It won't (might not) happen again. 

waving not drowning

was it cauld, cumbernauld?

Yes indeedy. It could have been worse though, a LOT worse. At least the sunshine between monsoon downpours dried us off. Feet stayed wet the whole afternoon. I probably suffered more than most as we arrived far too early and so I had more than 2 hrs running around taking photos with soaking wet feet before doing the last lap of the Porty team relay.

We arrived so early because Andrew felt the 12.33 train might be cutting it fine. I think it was really so he could extend his walking lecture tour on the architecture of Cumbernauld. So we got off the early train with hours to spend strolling through the MiltonKeynesian delights of a town that has twice won the Carbuncle Award. Wikipedia also relates it has won "best town" at the Scottish Design Awards 2012 suggesting it is possible to polish a turd.

Apart from it's distance from Edinburgh, I really like the course and setting of the Cumbernauld relays. It is in the sprawling parkland attached to some grand house (presumably owned by the council) and kept me busy taking photos of the scenery and trees round which the runners were running. It is a shame that the swiftest Porty runners don't turn up en masse to such events but (rather hypocritically) I probably wouldn't have bothered travelling all that way for 15 minutes racing had it not been a club championship race. Having dodged a lot of the earlier road-based club champs races I am now obliged to attend the remaining, or hand the v50 prize to the Stave on a plate. While this would be in some ways a refreshing change from the norm (and reward his huge enthusiasm for the club champs this year,) I wouldn't wish to patronise him by making it too easy. 

We arrived just as the women were starting. Yana, Julie and Aileen were the sole PRC women's team. I was keen to get into my spikes as the ground was waterlogged and I didn't want to soak my non-running shoes. Which I left out beside my bag. Then it rained and they got soaked. Oh such fun. At least there was a stiff wind to move the rain clouds on and soon the sun was out again (and shoes drying.) 

Next the men. There was a good amount of teams. Probably because of the location, but there seemed to be more teams from through west than east. Bella had 6 teams. Maybe they just set more importance on the cross country, maybe it has become more of a tradition over there. It was great to catch up with Bella ex-Porty Gerry. Himself, Willie and I have always had a friendly rivalry and injuries and fitness not withstanding have always been about the same part of the field. 

Andrew chose to run the first leg.
The upside is you get a bit of wind shelter, the downside is elbowing through the crowds.

Craig started slowly (by his own standards) but worked through the field. Later I heard he had not long stepped off his bike having cycled 536 miles from London to Peebles over 4 days.

Chris doing his bit for the winning v50 team

Back to the good old days.
Gerry and Stuart used to work near each other.

Richard sets off up the first hill.

Paul T - 59 and still helping win the first v50 team.
What a guy!

David C had had good runs at Peebles and Stirling where he was well ahead of myself but today was slower than myself and fellow team mate Martin F who had a stormer.

Great backdrop for this photo at the top of the hill.
(Pity about the blue socks and hair dye in the foreground though! <Smiley winkyface.> I mean you're allowed to be rude about folk if you post a smiley winky-face afterwards, that's the rules isn't it?)

Fergus making up-hill faces.

It's not amazing visually but I was dead proud of this photo catching Richard handing over to Willie at the start / finish. (Perhaps to get a sense of how lucky it is I should post the other 3 of Willie on the start line totally obscured by runners, marshals, sponsorship banners etc.)

I could only risk a couple of photos at the beginning of his lap before getting changed and dumping the camera and making sure I didn't miss the handover.

Meanwhile Fergus is still giving it 100% much to the crowds' indifference!

I was a bit concerned that I'd blown my run chasing around the course for 2 hrs. It was difficult to stay warmed up without overcooking it, or cooling off and starting flat. I also got really hungry during the hour before running. I'd had breakfast at about 10am and nothing else till (lap 4) kick-off around 3.30pm and by the time I realised the tank was a bit empty it was too near to the race to fix it. I hoped I'd be ok and largely was. Had I been treating it really seriously I hope I might have done things a bit more intelligently. The start (my start) was "refreshing". The rain lashed down for the first couple of climbs. And there was a stiff breeze in my chops. (And nobody to hide behind.) I felt strong enough running and overtook all the runners just a wee bit ahead. Except for one dude who I chased till we came off the hill and I got him a few turns from the end. I wasn't counting runners gone past as it was impossible to tell 3rd lappers from 4th lappers (from behind). I overtook a few more than the 5 suggested in the results. Because that doesn't include the v50 teams as we were running as a masters (v40) team. I felt I did a decent enough job of measuring the effort out over the 15 minutes running, although I will be taking the Borders Series (starting next weekend) more seriously. Probably a recipe for disaster! 

Running over and I changed out of wet shoes into wet shoes and we made our way back to the train. I was absolutely starving and glad of a couple of scabby rolls near the train station. At least the sun was out. Got home about 8hrs after setting off, for a 15 minute run. 

Results

There is a Scottish Athletics video here.