I can feel that I’m definitely on the wind down now to the big day.  My long run this week was only 10 miles and yet it seems only a few weeks ago 10 miles seemed a daunting task to me.

This week is even lighter and I’ve started to enjoy them again, probably due to the change in weather and the fact I can wear less :-) well when I say that I mean shorter leggings and short sleeved tops with no coat… no coat what a novelty!

Last night (Monday) I left James reading the girls a bed time story it was about 7.30ish, I’m just going out for a run, don’t worry I won’t be long I’ve just got to do a slow 4.  How lovely that sounds.

I set off with the sun lowering in the sky and that pink colouring just starting to take over the blue, my route took me through the nature reserve, the signs on the gate telling me that they will be locked at 8pm.  That’s ok as its only quarter to and only takes 6 mins to get to the castle, so, imagine my shock, yes you guessed it, the gate at the castle end was locked.  Now what do I do?  If I turn round and run back I face the front gate being locked as well. It doesn’t look that hard to climb I thought, but at the top I had my doubts, what if I fall now and hurt myself with less than 2 weeks, it was a bit silly to be up here!  I used my upper body strength, yeh made me laugh too, but I got down, looked around to see if anyone had seen my feeble attempt (a cat burglar I am not) brushed myself down and carried on.

The run back along the shingle on the beach was uplifting, I think because the view was amazing the colours of the fading light were enchanting and the sea had a still calming presence.

Chiropractor tomorrow, that’ll wipe the smile off my face…