11th May Bigger isn't always better

 Last week I returned to running with the Hucknall Harriers, thinking that there would be safety and anonimity in numbers as I tried to dedisciver my mojo.

Monday saw what I can only decribe as the longest 6.12 miles I have ever run. You know the kind when you look at your watch after running for what has felt like an eternity only to discover that you have actually run quite a lot less distance than your heart, lungs, legs and mind were indicating you had. Thankfully there were other strugglers and stragglers to keep me company.

Then on Wednesday I ventured out again with the same group on what was advertised as a medium paced medium distance ( 4.5 miles) jolly around the old Rolls Rocye aerodrome estate. The only thing 'medium' about it was I thought thats how I would be communicating with this world. 

Well they say that a fool doesn't learn by his mistakes and here I am to prove that very point because tonight I have ventured out once more with the Hucknall Harriers (and some Ravenshead Runners) on a 6 mile run on what I call the Druid's Stone loop. 

It is a route I have run before on several occasions, one whose sandy trails and short sharp uphills are somewhat alleviated by the number of gates and styles you have to navigate and by implication slow down to negotiate. 

And I thought that given the increased size of the group and the fact it was advertised to be slow and steady with regular regrouping that I would be okay. And I was for the first 3.5 miles, after which gettting further and further detached from the rest of the group, I quit early and headed home via a shorted route. And when I mean headed home I mean walked home mojo still undiscovered.