Day 25: Wednesday, Christmas Day
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to run on the morning of Christmas Day,
Oh!
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to run on the morning of Christmas Day,
Oh!
Dashing through the lanes,
On a trail run planned last night,
Up the hills we go,
Gaining lots of height.
Picking up the pace,
To make it back in time,
For brunch and gifts and Christmas cheer,
And post run Christmas wine.
Oh!
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to run on the morning of Christmas Day.
Day 26: Thursday, Boxing Day
A traditional Boxing Day walk, followed by a 5 mile run back home from Abbey Village to Brinscall, along The Goit to White Coppice, along the lodges and lanes to Chorley.
It's so nice to be back around my old stomping grounds, running in the countryside and fresh air. And through the mud, of course. Hosepipe cleaning level mud.
Brinscall. Local legend has it that it is named after a sheepdog call Brin, who would call or bark from the area, pining for his master, who had hanged himself from a tree in nearby Withnell.
And why did his master hang himself, and why is Withnell called Withnell? Good questions. The dogs master was in love with a local girl named Nell, and when his mother heard him leave the house late at night and asked where he could be going at such a late hour, he replied to be "With Nell". But then Nell died in childbirth, hence the farmer hanged himself in grief (and also, the child wasn't his).
Sorry, I was trying to add in some facts, rather than just wittering on, but that didn't turn out very cheery.
Anyway...
Day 27: Friday
Not all runs are exciting, but there's no point in running away from it, sometimes you just have to get on and get it done. Today was just a boring 5km in the dark to Chorley station, which wasn't the most glamourous of routes, but hey 27 days done now!
Plus, in other sporting news, got to try curling and do crazy golf, both of which proved to highlight why I do running, and not other sports 🤣
Day 28: Saturday
But today's run was much better. 7 miles in the early morning, along the lanes to White Coppice (Sir Henry Tate, he of sugar and the Tate Galleries fame, was born here) and to Anglezarke reservoirs.
Only 3 days of Marcothon left now 😔
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