What better idea for an August Bank Holiday weekend, than to visit the seaside along with the scores of other urbanites looking for a bit of fun in the sand? Fortunately for Mr W and myself, my parents live in Weymouth and once we've battled our way through the jams on the "car park" that is the M25 on a Friday night, we have a very comfortable place in which to stay (try reading my other blog 'The Cake Shop' for evidence of the wondrous array of cakes on offer during this latest visit). Anyhow, I digress and am forgetting that this blog is supposed to be about my half-marathon training, which is how on a rather overcast Bank Holiday Sunday morning Mr W and I came to be running around the back streets of Weymouth secretly patting ourselves on the backs at our intelligence for doing the boring part of our weekly long run first and saving the best bit along the seafront for the return portion. Unfortunately, in this haze of smugness, we failed to notice that actually it was quite windy as well as overcast, such that when we turned the corner and ascended onto the sea wall we were hit straight on by a barrage of wind. Suddenly we didn't feel quite so clever. We battled on into the wind taking cover where possible from the hoards of holidaymakers out for a seafront stroll. Mr W suggested running on the pebbly beach for extra resistance but I opted out of that deciding that I was getting enough resistance from the wind. We did venture onto the beach once we got to the more sheltered sandy end and imagined for a while that the sun was shining before we headed home. A good run all in, in a reasonable time considering the conditions (8.7 miles in 1h 26min) and hopefully good preparation for this coming weekend's challenge, the 'Dry Hill 10' at Lingfield.
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