Sunday, 23 June 2013

Night Run report

Saturday night was a scheduled Night Run with only a few participants invited as I was aware that there were a few local races and various injuries being nursed.

The plan was to run about 8 miles interspersed with a few local ghost stories a pint of cider at the halfway mark and a gentle amble up the hill back to the car. Well this was the plan at the start!!!

Emma, Karien and I started off the run in daylight and being the day after 21st June it was expected so it was a safe and gently paced run to the pub where we recounted a few tales and enjoyed the late evening drinking cool pints. As we left the pub for the return home the ladies contacted their husbands telling them they were safe and well and about to get back to the car. So with a hard climb to the top of the scarp above Shoreham I mentioned to the other two whether they would like to take another route.... 
ALARM BELLS RANG IN THE DISTANCE

and they agreed to take an alternative route around an old military research facility, you know the type, barbed wire, 12 foot high fences and security patrols in woods with no street lighting; what could possibly could go wrong?

As we stumbled along the fence line I saw track go straight on and the fence duck right, "If memory serves me right, it is this way" pointing down the hill
 ALARM BELLS RANG IN THE DISTANCE

We ran/walked down the very sharp decline past more barbed wire and found ourselves at the bottom of the scarp again, "Let's go up here" I shout
ALARM BELLS RANG IN THE DISTANCE

Turning in an industrial estate cut into the chalk cliff I remembered that in fact we should have turned right and followed the fence! Turning around we clambered up the hill again, I feeling full of beans but I suspect the other two probably cursing my very presence.

I was a little disappointed with my decisions so when we got to the fence again we had a chat and we decided together that we should continue around and not retrace so we did.
ALARM BELLS RANG IN THE DISTANCE 

As we clambered and bumped along we finally came out on a hillside which during the day would have presented a fantastic view but in the dark it was an amazing sight of twinkling sodium lamps and zooming cars on the motorway far below. We chose to clamber down the escarpment over rutted badger dens and ancient warrens to a gate and a road which I knew went directly to the car, just up a very steep and long hill
A CHOIR OF ANGELS BLEW HERALDIC TRUMPETS IN THE DISTANCE

So with a new found energy the three of us ran/power walked the hill, Karien talking of the burger waiting for her back at home and I silently thinking of a glass of cider.

There it was, the car and with it laughter and me apologising profusely about my rubbish decisions but we were safe if a little tired.

Was it 8 miles I here you ask Dear Reader? My arse it was, it was 11 miles in the end!

2 comments:

  1. Ha...love this story :D If I'm ever in your neck of the woods (and if I ever get fast enough) would love to go for a run with you Jerry - they always sound like such adventures!

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  2. Classic Jerry run, sorry I was away and missed out!

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