Last night was my first ever
torchlight run. As I left my house my wee hubby shouted it was minus 1
degrees and I was mad to even contemplate running in the dark! – “you’ll
end up with
a cold again”. So with his words of wisdom ringing in my ears I legged
it to the club. As I parked up I saw Jason and Jo, Jason was just
getting dropped off, then Michael
turned up. He told us we were going to Chris Brumby’s place and running from there. Oh flaming hell thinks I, here I am running with the not only 3 fastest runners of the club (well a lot faster than me) but the lads that do ultra miles and race up and down hills for 20 miles. Suddenly hubby’s words were ringing in my ears.
turned up. He told us we were going to Chris Brumby’s place and running from there. Oh flaming hell thinks I, here I am running with the not only 3 fastest runners of the club (well a lot faster than me) but the lads that do ultra miles and race up and down hills for 20 miles. Suddenly hubby’s words were ringing in my ears.
When we reached Chris’s place
just near Congleton, he told us that we would do a couple of laps of
country lanes and then run around the woods at Brereton Heath. The only
thing we had to
watch out for was the “electric fencing and the two bulls” because we
could spook them. OMG!!
We set off and the first hundred yards was a steady pace, the farmer had put extra strong silage on his fields and the smell was doing wonders for my sinuses, although freezing I was breathing pretty good. I was amazed that I was actually keeping up with the three musketeers in front and that I could actually talk too, they must be setting a slower pace so that I could keep up, or maybe it was the thought of the headlines that kept running through my head that was making me go faster. “Tragedy – Female Sandbach Strider flattened by spooked bull”. As we reached the first style the beam from Jason’s headtorch lit the field up, it was a bit rutted underfoot but other than that the frozen ground was ok to run on. I began to relax and although it was dark and you could not see any views, the stars were out and looked brilliant. I even recognised The Bear and The Plough. "Enough of this concentrate on where you are running" thinks I. We approached the field – yes the one with the electric fencing, Chris shouted “keep to the hedgerow you don’t watch to get a blast from the fence - Michael shouts – keep your elbows in. I am concentrating on my footing when ahead of me on the left hand side I see the beasts with glowing reflective eyes – yeah gods they looked like the vampire cows in that movie of which I can’t recall the name of. (Might have been Cbeebies). Giggling to myself I run on.
We leave the field, brilliant –
I survived not being chased by the bulls. The
lads wait up - Jason with his brilliant light shining leading the way
towards the “woods”. We entered the heath, Michael at the back making
sure I didn’t trip on the tree routes. (bless him). We do a few laps of
the woods and head back, going through the field
with the vampire cows and electric fencing, elbows in shouts Michael.
At last, we are onto the final field and with the three musketeers just
in front, I suddenly had a vision of the “three wise men being led by
the star to the stable”, in this incidence,
it was the three musketeers being lead by Jason’s bright light towards
Chris’s cottage for a well earned hot drink.
Would I do a torch run again –
most definitely. Thanks lads for taking care of me and waiting for me
at the styles, gave me a chance to catch up with you all. Liz x x
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