Yeah, a picture of a giant batch of cassoulet is precisely the way the Holiday Run Streak (Saturday before Thanksgiving till Saturday after New Year) should be represented…that or a mountain of empty bottles. I started working on the stew New Year Day to keep busy and take my mind off the hangover, then struck on the idea that I should have a few glasses of the wine I was cooking with, and a glass of port, then a bottle of prosecco, then a chianti with the casoullet.
Then a half bottle of Vin Santo with an enormous quantity of biscotti.
Then, I went for the daily run…a little over 3 miles of heavy haulage:
Friday I had to go to Oxford to get the lab started back up for the kids’ return from the holidays. There is a point at which there is nothing to do but wait for the pumps to catch up for about an hour so I used that time to stretch out and go get some fresh air (a crisp but sunny noontime met me):
Finally, the Saturday after New Year Day rolled around and I could put the Holiday Run Streak (43 consecutive days of at least 3 miles per day) to rest. That is, after one final trot, this time starting in Trowbridge. It was raining and cold at the 9:30 start but due to warm up (and rain even harder). Fortunately, there were breaks planned and sites to take one’s mind off things.
The course stuck to roadways at first because the permissive footpaths appeared to be flooded and the fields through which they passed were like soup. My shoes remained relatively dry until Westwood where a water main break at the top of the hill added two inches depth to the flood. Soon after the water spout, the road headed down a cliff to the Crossed Guns between the River Avon and the Kennet and Avon Canal.
Assuming the K&A Canal tow path to be passable, I took to it after my beer (the Crossed Guns opened at 10). Unfortunately, it was a slick, muddy mess right up to Bradford-on-Avon and my wet feet were then also coated in clay.
At stop 2, the Dandy Lion, I briefly considered leaving the shoes outside but saw that the floors were bare and decided to go on in as I was. While there, the clouds lightened and I could make out the shape of the sun so I finished up the stout and headed out only to watch as the skies blackened the first half mile before the rain restarted falling at 45° from vertical. Soon enough, though, I was back in Trowbridge at the Stallards where I found a coal fire awaiting. Warming by the hearth with a cider, I decided it was time to stop this nonsense and changed into my dry kit I had hauled around the previous nine miles.
Sunday, I rest from the Run Streak but with plans to start a ‘normal’ running schedule Monday.