Well, that was a mixed weekend.
On Saturday it was time for one of the Surrey League cross country races with my club, the Wimbledon Windmilers, in the lightly-frozen mud of Nonsuch Park. It’s definitely one of the mildest courses on the circuit - no hills to speak off, and even that mud seemed to have hardened in the weekend’s frost. So quite a gentle reintroduction to the cross country season - though I had to skip off and miss the main reason for which I do XC races. Yes, the post-race cake/hot ribena.
Then Sunday. Well, the Junior Parkrun with my five year old nearly killed me. And one mile into a planned-13 miler I gave up, whimpering slightly, and came home and ate croissants. Injured? Nah, just very hungover.
Saturday night was the annual Windmilers Christmas party. A brilliantly-organised evening in the fantastic location of Raven’s Ait on the Thames, featuring some impressive displays of endurance on the dancefloor. And, err, at which I won an award. Thank you lovely teammates, for that and for being (I am not at all biased) the best running club, well, anywhere.
