Post by colinr on Oct 24, 2013 22:55:17 GMT 1
Well, to me that seemed like a fairly frantic pace!
Four of us left the Island centre at 7pm, wondering what all the security was about (cars being searched, police all over the shop etc).
There was Graham, Garry, Michael and me (Colin). Mr Grimley had arrived at the car park muttering some feeble excuse about having work to do, so he wasn't joining us this week.
Garry was obviously taking this run very seriously and was off like a rocket.
Thankfully the floods of earlier in the week had dissipated and the run down to Drum bridge was fairly uneventful. Here Michael mentioned that he was struggling with the pace (weren't we all!) and might have to head off on his own but we persuaded him to hang on for a while longer.
On down to the Giants Ring then and Michael had finally had enough, Still recovering from a chest infection, Garry's pace was proving a bit of a killer for him.
So Graham, Garry and myself headed up the Ring. Those boys can go up hills! I've decided racing uphill isn't for me anymore (i'm 48 you know) and left them to it. I knew I'd get there eventually.
Across the Ring and down what Martin refers to as Ronan's Way.
Then it was into Belvoir, with the three of us trying to remember the way round. Well done to Garry for plotting our path through the forest and up to the carpark. Again, the two of them were up the hill like something very fast while I trudged up behind them (did I mention I'm 48?)
Back into Belvoir again and finally unto the towpath, heading for Stranmillis. Then it was a decent pace through Lagan Meadows. The loose stones on the path can certainly pull the legs out of you and I think the three of us were glad to get out onto the towpath again for the run home.
Garry led us up Cardiac Hill. Not sure what his time was but I see on strava, that Graham has the 10th fastest time ever. Go Graham! My old legs dragged me up a long way back.
Then past the shadow men who seem to have multiplied in number since the last time I was out after dark. I wish I worked in the hoodie business because you could make a fortune out of those guys.
Down through the blue trail of Barnetts. I've never actually been on the blue ones before and certainly not in the dark. A couple of little slips (I'm sure a rock jumped out at me from nowhere) and everyone was safely round.
I led the guys through Lady Dixon Park and back onto the towpath for a fairly pacey ride back to the Civic Centre. No heroic sprint from anyone this week.
Place still teeming with security, the three of us headed off on our seperate ways into the night ...
Four of us left the Island centre at 7pm, wondering what all the security was about (cars being searched, police all over the shop etc).
There was Graham, Garry, Michael and me (Colin). Mr Grimley had arrived at the car park muttering some feeble excuse about having work to do, so he wasn't joining us this week.
Garry was obviously taking this run very seriously and was off like a rocket.
Thankfully the floods of earlier in the week had dissipated and the run down to Drum bridge was fairly uneventful. Here Michael mentioned that he was struggling with the pace (weren't we all!) and might have to head off on his own but we persuaded him to hang on for a while longer.
On down to the Giants Ring then and Michael had finally had enough, Still recovering from a chest infection, Garry's pace was proving a bit of a killer for him.
So Graham, Garry and myself headed up the Ring. Those boys can go up hills! I've decided racing uphill isn't for me anymore (i'm 48 you know) and left them to it. I knew I'd get there eventually.
Across the Ring and down what Martin refers to as Ronan's Way.
Then it was into Belvoir, with the three of us trying to remember the way round. Well done to Garry for plotting our path through the forest and up to the carpark. Again, the two of them were up the hill like something very fast while I trudged up behind them (did I mention I'm 48?)
Back into Belvoir again and finally unto the towpath, heading for Stranmillis. Then it was a decent pace through Lagan Meadows. The loose stones on the path can certainly pull the legs out of you and I think the three of us were glad to get out onto the towpath again for the run home.
Garry led us up Cardiac Hill. Not sure what his time was but I see on strava, that Graham has the 10th fastest time ever. Go Graham! My old legs dragged me up a long way back.
Then past the shadow men who seem to have multiplied in number since the last time I was out after dark. I wish I worked in the hoodie business because you could make a fortune out of those guys.
Down through the blue trail of Barnetts. I've never actually been on the blue ones before and certainly not in the dark. A couple of little slips (I'm sure a rock jumped out at me from nowhere) and everyone was safely round.
I led the guys through Lady Dixon Park and back onto the towpath for a fairly pacey ride back to the Civic Centre. No heroic sprint from anyone this week.
Place still teeming with security, the three of us headed off on our seperate ways into the night ...
