Well, although it didn't actually snow, it was still lying about on the ground for Christmas which was lovely. The house was packed to the rafters with relatives and the Christmas tree smelt gorgeous (my favourite bit). However, I have idly sat and eaten (and drunk) so much that i officially feel like a 'blob'. I did begin to kick into action yesterday by taking down the Christmas decorations and doing the piles of washing that had accumulated before our final holiday treat of watching Narnia; Voyage of the Dawn Treader at the cinema.
The bones and joints are all aching at the moment which is probably due to overindulgence and inactivity so getting back into training mode will be double-tough - have I actually ever been in 'training mode' yet I should ask myself??!!!
An inspired thought came to me the other morning as I awoke early as usual and pondered life, the universe and everything. I was so bored of all the well-traversed dog walking haunts, we had nothing planned for the day, and I just needed to get out of house and away from the obviously wilting Christmas tree (which was still smelling great by the way).
After my idea received a rapturous reception from The Other Half, The Boy and Girlie, we packed a picnic and headed for the seaside. Camber Sands is only an hour away (probably feels longer for the poor old Beast, but heh). The tide was on the way out, the long stretch of soft yellow sand widening by the minute revealing band upon band of assorted seashells.
What a training opportunity - SAND DUNES! The beauty of the beach in winter is that it is full of other people with dogs (and a few slighly bonkers men who insisted upon stripping to their boxer shorts and running and flapping like screeching school-girls into the 'surf' for a quick dunk and an even quicker exit). There are no sunbathers, lost children, ice creams, parasols etc. You can actually see the beach and on this occasion, run through the sand dunes like you are really in the Sahara (albeit wearing a warm coat and gloves).
Of course, all this did was emphasize how far I have to go on the training front, but it also inspired me to think about running my own little sand dune training camp for Nomads next winter.
The Other Half, The Boy, The Girlie and me all enjoyed our sand-dune-surfing adventure, The Beast thoroughly enjoyed his swim and we all enjoyed a steaming hot plate of chips from the beachfront cafe for lunch - sod the picnic!
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