Trip Start Apr 02, 2012
Trip End Oct 31, 2012

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On the Coventry Canal

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Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Wednesday 22nd - Whittington Staffordshire

12 miles
3 locks

When I logged on to write about today I discovered I had been too tired to post yesterdays miserable little contribution, hence two today.

Pretty uneventful day today, just plenty of good cruising, decent weather and we met more nice people. Just what we want.  We haven't been this way in a while but it's interesting the things we remember as we revisit.

Bryan complains from time to time that he needs more exercise because it will make him feel better and also help him to lose weight. From time to time I try to encourage him to do just that but it generally comes to nothing. On Sunday he again bemoaned the fact that he didn't exercise so I made yet another suggestion, that he runs to the next bridge from wherever we are and to intersperse the running with walking to start with if he needed to. Monday dawned and it was raining when Bryan got up so I accepted the excuse and waited for Tuesday. So yesterday, he ran and this morning he ran without encouragement from me to do so. Let's see if he keeps it up this time. I have a good feeling about it.

Bryan's reflections
Sometimes the words come out of your mouth and you hear your brain screaming, "NO!!" I just said, "I am so unfit," when like a panther leaping on its prey, Hazel (of the logical mind) said, "Well, you know what you can do about it." "Ah," I replied, "as the Bible says 'the very things I know I should do I don't do and the very things I shouldn't do, I do'." Well she, of the ultimate gift of non verbal communication, fixed me with the 'look' and merely raised an eyebrow. That's how come I, who had not run in years, found myself coughing and spluttering as I jogged along the towpath in the early morning. "You need to start slowly and not try to do too much straight away," said the font of all wisdom, "Just run to the next bridge." Arriving back after only 20 minutes, I looked like someone in cardiac arrest in need of a paramedic. "It will be easier tomorrow," said Hazel. I was just praying that I would survive until tomorrow. The fact that I am writing this shows that I did survive and it hurts to say this but she was right. 

Today as I was jogging (I do use the word loosely), I was reminded of times gone by. Running regularly with my friend Mike. The two of us helping train Margaret for the London Marathon. I thought back even further to the in house cross country competition for my school. Forty eight boys, twelve from each house, took part. My house had some excellent runners. Two thirds through the 3 mile course, I found myself alongside the best runner in my team. He was clearly suffering. I said, "Hang on in there. Pace yourself with me for a while." After half a mile he said, "Thanks. I think I can go faster now." and off he went. He finished second and I was eighth. It just goes to show that if you keep going, things will get better. 

When I finished my mini jog this morning, I felt great. Now I know how the olympic athletes felt just taking part.

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we know it well he does great sreens

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