Our Thursday evening run was greeted with ominous skies in Skerries. Our? Yes, Teen Girl came too. Since she’s started running with the athletic club a few months our own runs together have been a little less frequent, so I grab them any chance I get.
Of course, by some wretched synchronicity, the storm clouds assembled, just as we rocked up at Skerries harbour. Roy might tell you, it’s not training unless it’s raining, but, given the choice, I’d rather sit a good drenching out, thank you very much, and so I retreated to the comfort of my car.
But Teen Girl was having none of it.
Ever noticed how teenagers always want the opposite to whatever you want? It stems from the exact same hormone that disagrees with everything their parents say, is appalled with everything their parents wear and generally disgusted by our mere presence.
“Aw, come on. You’re the one who wanted to run”
“Okay, okay, I just didn’t want you to get wet.”
It upsets me, on occasion, to hear how easily a lie can trip off my tongue. But, as skills go, it has its uses. Just not on this particular occasion.
And so, off we set.
Skerries is the grandest spot for a run, with lots of scenic routes available. We opted for a short, fast coastal trot. It took us winding along coast and through the holiday crowds, out past the playground and on towards Loughshinny.
With the tide well in and lighter skies ahead, the three islands, Colt, Shenick and St Patrick ( gosh, that fellow got about, didn’t he?) glowed emerald green in the silvery waters. And, all about us, holiday makers made the most of the dying moments of the day.
We rambled on. They take their running seriously in Skerries. We were overtaken by quite a few earnest young men, who, if their t-shirts were anything to go by, were in serious half marathon and marathon training mode.
Meanwhile, I am aiming to speed up. I took great heart on Tuesday when my Killer Interval sessions saw the Garmin dip below 5 to show that I can possibly run one kilometer in five minutes. If I can sustain that pace, of course.
And, on Thursday night, I very nearly did. It took me 5.05 minutes to run 1 km. Oh, you may scoff, but that’s just smokin’ hot in Red Hen territory. I didn’t order this body you know, so I’m pretty chuffed if I can defy its design and get these lil`ol`legs to fire up at that speed.
Maybe a 5km park run at 26 minutes may be more than a dream after all? Not saying it’s going to happen tomorrow. I’m far too short of the goal to reach it in such a short time.
But it’s getting closer.
Conditions for that speed were very favourable. With a good tail wind and a very flat promenade, I was sailing along. Parkrun is grass and hills and mud and…
Oh, and rain. Yeah, rain helps.
As I was coming down the home strait, that ominous cloud was ready to split the goods. And that threat of rain just made me go all the faster. Never mind that I was soaked in sweat. This was going to be a downpour and I was getting to dry land/the car before it arrived.
Teen Girl was waayy behind me. (Who wants to be seen with their mad mother anyway?) and got soaked in the ensuing monsoon downpour.
Must be maddening, all the same, to have a super speedy and dry mother who keeps taking pictures of the same old scene….
Beautiful photos 🙂
5:05 pace? Definitely smoking Red Hen! Beautiful photos 🙂
I’ll be more impressed if I can keep that pace up for 3 km! As it is, a little chest niggle has started up and I know it’s from breathing so deep to accommodate that extra speed. I’m thinking it might take a little time for the body to adjust to that.
So fortunate that you have a choice of beautiful trails close by – as well as a running buddy you know well.
I love reading about the Great Outdoors through my fellow blogger’s eyes on their running trails. Hope you arrived safely back from Estonia, with many more tales of your time there!
Haha! You’re so right RH we’ve just got to get along with the body we’ve been allotted. Great that TG has got the running bug and is with a club. That’s a great cloud pic, inevitably heading your way.
We’re in monsoon season here, Roy. Hot sunshine, interspersed with sudden deluges. Not the worst weather, mind.