It’s been a couple weeks since I came up with the ridiculous idea to run all the streets in my town. During which time I have only actually managed, including today, seven runs:
- 3 ‘Run the Streets’
- 1 Parkrun
- 2 at the woods
- 1 with my sister
This was due to a couple of reasons. Firstly, I had a couple of busy weekends away from home, and secondly, this past week I’ve not felt 100% and the last thing I felt like doing was going for a run. On top of that the weather has been glorious and the last couple of runs have been on the trails at the woods. The last place you want to be running when the sun is shining is round the streets of Bourne.
So, despite the beautiful morning I woke up to today (I put the alarm on for an early run) I ran the streets.
I didn’t really have a plan – I had in my head the area I was hoping to cover – although in my head the plan looked slightly simpler than what would actually take place.
Here’s a summary of this morning’s complications:
- I live in the south east corner of Bourne, meaning I have to run on a lot of roads that I have already run on to get to my starting point. I’m sure there is a way round this, but that probably requires someone with a degree is planning and logistics (if such a degree actually exists).
- I came to a road that I never knew existed call ‘The Slipe’, halfway up this road I came to a sign that said ‘No Trespassing’. I had a decision to make. I could have turned around, I had ran on the road, maybe not the entire length, but most of it. No one, apart from me, would actually know (or care) I had missed out half a road. But where is the challenge in that? So I carried on. It was early on in the run, so I was thinking that if I came across a rabid guard dog, or an angry gun wielding farmer, or even a mafia style criminal gang HQ (the road was very isolated, perfect for a criminal gang HQ actually), I could probably out run them. As it worked out, it just sort of ended…no guard dog, no farmer, no criminal mastermind HQ…just a dead end.
- The problem of having no plan. I’ve lived in Bourne a few years. I’ve run in the area quite a lot. I’m reasonably good when it comes to spacial awareness and directions. Well, it turns out I’m not. I ran up and down the same streets far too often. Took clever little alleyway shortcuts that weren’t ‘clever’ or ‘short’. But it is so difficult. You run along thinking I’ll go up that road in a minute, just go up here, that’ll lead to there, when actually you end up virtually lost. Poor effort.
- I got a blister. I ran in my Vibram Fivefingers, which is a regular occurrence, although this morning it was warm so I went without socks. Big mistake. I’ve never had any issues in the past, I think it was the fact that there was a lot of running on the concrete that caused it. I felt it at around 6 miles, but powered through till the end. Hardcore. I wasn’t going to post a picture, but then thought, what is the point of a blog post if you can’t gross people out.
However, despite all those various complications, I really enjoyed it. Over 8 miles in all, the sun was shining, I had the new Frank Turner album playing, and it was actually the third day in a row that I’ve been out. I feel a run streak on the way!
That just leaves one thing left to include. The infamous, some would say amazing, some would say sad, handmade map of Bourne with completed ‘Run the Streets’ routes (in different colours for each different day – today is in blue). I’m guessing about one sixth of the way there. South east corner complete.