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A lot has happened since my last blog. I have bought a new mobile phone, a Sony Xperia L and it has changed my life. I now can do face book where ever I go, does life get any better than that? And more importantly I have now downloaded the mapmyrun app.
I had a number of apps to choose from but I decided to opt for MMR as all the other apps asked if they could contact all my contacts and I did not want this to happen.
MMR has been so easy to use my only problem is that it thinks I am female. It will not let me change my sex which is rather disconcerting. I have used it on three runs and it dominates my thinking whilst jogging. Prior to August 20th when I bought the phone I would listen to music and meditate on the run. Now every few minutes Xperia gives me a split time and tells me my average speed in a dalek like voice.
"You have travelled 4.19 miles, total time 39 minutes and 4 seconds average speed per mile 9 minutes 21 seconds ...... not bad for a girl!"
I have used the camera to take pictures which will be used on this page.
On a rest day I ran a 12 miler to my in laws house. According to MMR it took 2 hours 27 minutes which is rather slow going. I decided to go slowly to ensure I had the energy to do the run. I consumed vast quantities of cakes and biscuits before hand and took a bottle of diluted pop with me. It was an eventful run.
Concerned about the lack of light as I ran on roads I found a discarded,lightweight, sleeveless yellow jacket. Probably it had been worn by a ground worker who had thrown it away because it was too dirty but it was good for me.
As I was coming towards the end of the run and feeling tired and aching I jogged past a lay-by with a couple of travellers caravan occupying it. I watched a woman dump a black bag of rubbish in the ditch.
"Why don't you put it in a bin, why dump your rubbish?" I shouted at her.
"What?" She replied.
"You're dumping rubbish.." I then made a derogatory commented that cannot be published.
As I jogged on I was conscious of my aching limbs and slow pace. I then imagined the reaction by the woman's husband to my comments and my speed rapidly increased along the desolate country road until I reached the relative safety of the next village
(We can always run faster than we think we can it depends on who is chasing us.)
Cycling in Wales
I have recently done some cycling with a mate in Pembrokeshire. In this Welsh speaking area there are some serious hills. We went to peddle around and visit a Christian retreat centre for some peace and quiet. Unfortunately there was a group from an inner city church visiting. As I peddled up the hill to Ffald-y- Brenin and for those who visited they will know how steep this is, the first thing I did was to stop some children throwing stones at the cattle. It must have been good fun for them but it was not conducive to a peaceful contemplative time. In response to this experience I wrote a poem which is attached.
With regards to the pub mentioned this is perhaps the best pub I have ever visited. It is like going back to 50 years, when I was still in nappies. More to follow in the next blog
Weight
I have now reached 78.4 kilos which is good. However this may be more to a couple of days feeling ill and not eating anything rather than the diet and exercise plan. My next weigh in will be before the park run on Saturday.
Also enclosed are a couple of photos I took in Norfolk.
The pics are black and white and silhouettes. Two aspects which I enjoy and hopefully makes one look at the image. The above picture was taken at Hunstanton. It is a shame that the man coming out of the sea looks like he has only one leg and is hopping.
My next goal for the photography is to use my Flickr account and upload edited pic on this site and share them.
The Road to Ffald-y-Brenin
(We can always run faster than we think we can it depends on who is chasing us.)
Cycling in Wales
I have recently done some cycling with a mate in Pembrokeshire. In this Welsh speaking area there are some serious hills. We went to peddle around and visit a Christian retreat centre for some peace and quiet. Unfortunately there was a group from an inner city church visiting. As I peddled up the hill to Ffald-y- Brenin and for those who visited they will know how steep this is, the first thing I did was to stop some children throwing stones at the cattle. It must have been good fun for them but it was not conducive to a peaceful contemplative time. In response to this experience I wrote a poem which is attached.With regards to the pub mentioned this is perhaps the best pub I have ever visited. It is like going back to 50 years, when I was still in nappies. More to follow in the next blog
Weight
I have now reached 78.4 kilos which is good. However this may be more to a couple of days feeling ill and not eating anything rather than the diet and exercise plan. My next weigh in will be before the park run on Saturday. Also enclosed are a couple of photos I took in Norfolk.
The pics are black and white and silhouettes. Two aspects which I enjoy and hopefully makes one look at the image. The above picture was taken at Hunstanton. It is a shame that the man coming out of the sea looks like he has only one leg and is hopping.
My next goal for the photography is to use my Flickr account and upload edited pic on this site and share them.
The Road to Ffald-y-Brenin
By Mike the Bike
We happy few, we lucky two, on bikes
Went to south Wales for a couple of nights
To peddle around on coast and shore
And although tired we’d often say “there’s more
Cycling to do,”
On the road to Ffald-y-Brenin.
So we camped each night and ate much porridge,
And in Graham’s van there was room for the storage
Of bikes, and cookers and a six berth tent
That allowed the us the time and it really meant
That we could cycle
Along the road to FFald-y-Brenin
So on a cloudy, wet and sunshine day
With a smile and a laugh we’d make our way.
With Graham behind shouting, “ Show me the meaning of speed, go like the wind,”
We would make our way and at last ascend,
The steep steep road to Ffald-y-Brenin.
So we got to the top and we walked about
“Where are you God,” we would shout
It was noisy and sadly there was no sign of God
Was it because, Graham, in the chapel had food in his gob?
So disappointed we cycled away from
The road to Ffald-y-Brenin
So rather depressed and not very gay,
We free wheeled downhill and made our way
To Wales greatest pub and drank much beer
And saw in the corner God and said, “Why are you here
Away from the road to Ffald-y-Brenin?”
So taking our seats we sat at his table
And he said to us, “I am glad that you’re able,
To join me at Bessie’s the place I love best,
Away from the noise, it’s where I find rest.
Close to the road to Ffald-y-Brenin”
So we will return to this Godly place
And with the meaning of speed we will race
To the pub and the centre and there meet with God
And ensure there is now no food in our gob
On the road to Ffald-y-Brenin.
