Month: January 2014

I feel like Superman!

~ Phil Lengthorn ~ 11 Comments

Janathon Day 25

Only six days to go; the plan is not to end with a whimper, Superman definitely wouldn't. 6 miles this morning around the woods in the mud. And it was very muddy.

I wrote a post at the beginning of the month about the eclectic mix of 'lost' items that I discovered when out on a run. Today I have another item to throw into the mix….

There are various reasons as to how it became abandoned in the woods: the little girl that this bike belonged to was fed up of pedalling it around the woods; or her Dad got fed up of her whinging and moaning that she was tired and threw it in the bushes; or, more likely, a group of drunk teenagers stole it and went for a late night spin on it around the woods. Either way it made for a strange sight this morning.

The rest of the day included driving through the eye of the storm on the way back from shopping. I felt like an American storm chaser. Woah man! Awesome dude! It was dope!

On safe arrival at home, Superman 3 was on TV. Cue anecdote of the day….

I remember being about 8 or 9 years old and going to the Science Museum (or somewhere like that) and laying on a table in front of a green screen and pretending to be Superman flying over Metropolis.

Tomorrow is the last Sunday of Janathon, and with the whole 'not going out with a whimper' idea and my memories of being Superman I plan to do a long run.

Today's mileage = 6.14

Total Janathon mileage = 81.01

 

If Alfred Tennyson did #janathon…..

~ Phil Lengthorn ~ 14 Comments

Half a mile, half a mile,

Half a mile onward,

All in the valley of Death

Ran the two hundred.

'Forward, the Janathoners!

Run for your life!' she said:

Into the valley of Death

Ran the two hundred.

 

'Forward, the Janathoners!'

Was there a person dismay'd?

Not tho' the runner knew

Cathy had blunder'd:

Theirs not to moan and whinge

Theirs not to reason why,

Theirs just to run and try:

Into the valley of Death

Ran the two hundred.

 

Rain to the right of them,

Rain to the left of them,

Rain in front of them

Lightning and thunder'd;

Lash'd at with snow and hail,

Boldly they ran and well,

Into the jaws of Death,

Into the mouth of Hell,

Ran the two hundred.

 

Flash'd all their trainers bare,

Flash'd as they whizz'd through the air

Joining with runners everywhere,

Charging the streets, while

All the world wonder'd:

Plunged down the wooded lane

Jogging through the early pain;

Walkers and cyclists

Reel'd from the moving insane

Shatter'd and knacker'd.

Then they ran back, but not

Not the two hundred.

 

Rain to the right of them,

Rain to the left of them,

Rain behind them

Lightning and thunder'd;

Lash'd at with snow and hail,

While some of the heroes fell,

They that had run so well

Came thro' the jaws of Death

Back from the mouth of Hell,

All that was left of them,

Left of the two hundred.

 

When can their glory fade?

O the crazy running they made!

All the world wonder'd.

Honour the group of runners!

Honour the Janathoners.

Noble two hundred!

Today's mileage = 3.39

Total Janathon mileage = 70.58