A now ‘hardcore’ group of runners ventured out on a very dark, but warmish evening at Turville. Rodders, Susie, Jules (H), Amanda, Jules (S), Jerome, Selwyn, Steve (T), Steve (S), Duds, Presso, Stella and I left at 7.05 after debating whether or not to wait for JB after he was seen taking his bike out of his car, putting on his famous gloves and heading ‘we know not where.’
Jules (H) and Rodders ran to the pub, but obviously left in a hurry as Chris turned up with only 1 long sock on.
A steady, steep, long climb that seemed to go on for ever, greeted us first, followed by some flatter bits (not many) followed by a few downhill bits (even fewer) Turville is obviously in its own micro climate because while the rest of Bucks has had a drought for the last month, Turville seemed to have the whole counties rainfall in 1 afternoon. The main aim of the run seemed to be trying to avoid trench foot, swine flu and in Stellas case, TB from the badger she chased for about 50 yards, until she (wisely) bottled out.
A true test of athleticism greeted us near the Turville Grange, where we all had to slither through a gap between a gatepost and a stile. The girls ghosted through with no problem, despite Susies “ample bosom” (her husbands words not mine) Duds put a second hole into his T shirt, thus relegating it now to his ‘best decorating T shirt’ and Selwyn, who decided that rather having to call out the fire brigade, to free him, he vaulted the stile in a flash, and we were on our way again.
There was a brief option for a ‘fatties’ route back to the pub, which was declined by our group of ‘elite athletes’ that we have become.
Stella picked up her usual leg of venison, complete with hoof which thankfully didn’t smell as bad as the one did last week.
In the pub, the boys were all pushed to one end of the table by Susie, so all the girls could sit together. One can only assume that they wanted to discuss new cooking, cleaning sewing techniques, to please their husbands………?
Up the other end, Piranha G-Strings were being discussed, as a new line, together with how much Brakies Presso was going to take on the Ridgeway walk in his rucksack, and where he was going squirrel away cans en route, in case he ran out. The chips although very welcome, did seem a bit measly in volume, and didn’t last long.
The next run on 20th May is from the Golden Ball at West Wycombe, followed by the George & Dragon.
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Just to put the record straight I did not get lost on the way. Bad calf mean't that spinning was the only option. Decided to cycle from Handy X to Marlow as part of the evening's exercise.
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