Hashers Anonymous

Ive been wondering for a while about hashing when it snows. How do you see the flour ?!  In the pub one of the hashers recently told me that the hash house harriers chapter in Afghanistan have some trouble with the flour blowing away and not being seen in the sand, so I also wonder how they do it?, maybe ill email them.

pink flour 'checking from here' mark

With the snow still on the ground in the rural areas we set off to a Hash in Dorking on Monday night (we go every other week because we also attend UKEJAM every other week) . With this being the anniversary of Charles Dickens birthday it seemed fitting to go for a run in the town he wrote the Pickwick Papers in (and apparently based many of the characters on locals). Like hashers he did a lot of his 'work' in the pubs there.

The run started in the pub car park  for the Pilgrim Public House and then through some urban roads. The flour had been mixed with pink powder paint so we could still see it (now all i need to do is find out about sand hashing)

Hello Again! Greensand Way Sign in Dorking

As we headed out towards the countryside I was very amused to realise we were running on the Greensand Way!  All thoughts of hashing went out of my head as I found myself looking for the next greensand way marker instead of the flour and paint trails. Scrum Muffin (Claire )pointed out that Ive become a bit of a Greensand Way 'anorak' when it comes to sign spotting . She laughed at my clear excitement about getting pics of 'new types of Greensand Way signs' for 'my collection'. *speaks in adenoidal voice*

Signspotting - Greensand Way Sign in Dorking

The Hash route took us chaotically up a very steep hill (it was dark I have no idea which one!) and rather  alot of snowball fights slowed down things on the ascent (as did my need for a wee stop).

On On !

When we reached the top of this hill we had great views in all directions although it was dark. there was also this unexpected bandstand carousel at the top which we had a brief stop round.

Steaming at the temple on Nower on the Greensand Way

The hash carried on with the usual chaos in the dark and had a great run along a wide open field in the dark and up another steep hill before bringing us back in Dorking and back to the Pub car park we started in. Total time 70 minutes.

Scrum Muffin ticking off part of map 6  of the Greensand Way

As usual I got a 'down down' (forced to drink beer) for wearing my training rucksack on the hash . Scrum Muffins dad 'Loose Article' also got a 'down down' with me for wearing shorts and a T shirt on the run.

And as usual.......I didnt get named....AGAIN.

Im leading the next Hash I'm attending on the 20th of February. Ill be the hare that night. So maybe.....maybe then Ill get named?

On On ! 

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Claire's Running Soundtrack

I'm pretty sure my running soundtrack is the best. This is a really hard task, and I've got a feeling we might have to try this exercise again to pick some more tunes :)

Most of my songs have been chosen with running in mind, not necessarily just to listen to in the prescribed situations.

I tend to stick to fast energetic beats when I run. It's like doing that *listening to your mp3 player, walking around pretending you're in a music video* thing, but way bigger. Like you're in a chase scene of a movie, panting and adrenaline-filled, trying to get away from the bad guys.

Anyway here are my impeccable choices. Run to these and you'll get a PB. Fact*

*may not be a fact

Click the links to listen on YouTube to any of these tracks - or why not download them and make your own playlist?

1. A song to set off to at the start of our epic run.

The Prodigy: Climbatize

I haven't run with an mp3 player in for quite a while now, so this exercise has got me reliving my absolute favourite running tracks. I picked a few for this one, but it boils down to the original and best, Climbatize. Perfect tempo, perfect drums, perfect bass, perfect build, perfect drop, perfect atmosphere. Listen to this track and tell me your feet don't itch to be running fast and hard.

2. A song for running over scenic hills.

Butterworth: The Banks of Green Willow

If you're not a fan of classical music, just give this one a try. It's only 6 mins long but has everything you need in an epic soundtrack piece. It's got happiness, intrigue, drama, clari and violin solos and a major chord ending (so it ends well!)

My rock 'n' roll credentials for this track is that we played it at Gatton Park residential music course in 2001 or 2 or 3...(band camp, basically) and I have a CD somewhere with me scraping away in the 2nd violins on it.

Picture the sunny day, the rolling hills, the streams and animals and stiles and bits going on...maybe stop for a jelly baby...the path gets a bit treacherous, maybe a steep uphill part (as Lee would call "a plateau")... maybe someone falls over... just imagine all that. Getting to the top of the hill around 3 minutes into the piece. Then savour that view, with this blasting in your ears. I want to cry just thinking about it!

3. A pick me up song when your blood sugar is low and your knees are weak and you have a few miles to go.

Anyone who knows me will know I spend much of my time doing anything having a go at myself. If I'm failing and weak and need to push on through, I'll probably shout at myself to keep going. I'm a bit thick like that, but it gets the message through.

To emphasise this, I need a song that tells me exactly what the fuck to do. For this reason, I've chosen Maximo Park: Apply Some Pressure. For the same reason, I'm putting the Mark Ronson feat. Paul Smith version in too (I sometimes prefer the tempo, and anything with extra horns in is a-ok by me).

Because, dear reader, what happens when you lose everything? You just start again. Start all over again.

4. A song for entering a 'local' pub , suspicious of us.

Prodigy: Invaders Must Die

Don't hate me for another Prodigy track so soon. I love this one too. It's epic to run to. I imagine entering the pub at the beginning of this one and then all hell breaking loose like in some sort of zombie film, stools and chairs flying everywhere, fighting the weird zombie locals because they're trying to eat our brains and all we want is some pork scratchings and maybe half a shandy.

Anyway. There it is, and it's a great one to run to. Run from the baddies!

5. A danger / peril song

System of a Down: Mr Jack

I love System of a Down. I grew up with them. I could have chosen a couple by them for this - possibly Peephole, but I think the build and climax (fnar) of this one fits the brief. Lots of people slated this album (SOAD's 3rd, Steal This Album) because it was all half-finished, unconnected worked-up demos, but I love it. And this track is ace.

6. A crazy times funny times silly times song.

I am a big fan of silly music. This is a tough choice. We could go multilingually silly... Nino Ferrer: Le Telefon

We could go for brain-shootingly badly musically silly... Blackout Crew: Put A Donk On It (with sign-language lady too)

But then I want a more ska silly song. So I decided on a song that you can't even fucking find on YouTube, the band last logged into their MySpace in 2009, but I don't care. This is Bison, they were amazing when they existed, and this is their song about getting more booze after an all-nighter, called Saturday Big Shop. (I'm sorry, MySpace music player sucks but please listen anyway, or find it on Spotify) - make sure you listen all the way to the end!

(If the link doesn't work for you, a suitable substitute would be Zen Baseballbat: Brown Cows of Elocution)

7. Something from a film or dvd or story that inspires you.

Dropkick Murphys: I'm Shipping Up To Boston

I don't watch many films (what if I don't like them? then I've wasted my time watching something I don't even like. Shit.) anyway. I have seen a few, actually. One of my absolute favourites is The Departed, which is set in Boston, and they use this Dropkick Murphys track which sounds great. Inspires me? Maybe not directly, but the goosebumps speak for themselves.

(honourable mention for Dropkick Murphys - Rocky Road To Dublin please, too.)

8. A mellow song to fall asleep to after a hard days running.

Incubus: Aqueous Transmission

This one is basically a no-brainer. It's mellow and lush and full of happy memories.

9. A song to run into Haslemere and finish the run to

The Temper Trap: Sweet Disposition

We need something euphoric. We need something epic. We need a song that'll make us run, and cry, and push ourselves to the last step. This song is another goosebumps one. With undulating vocal lines and the very appropriate lyrics:

"Just stay there, cause I'll be comin' over

and while our blood's still young
it's so young,
it runs
And we won't stop 'til it's over
Won't stop to surrender..."

You can't go wrong.

10. A retrospective song looking back on the whole run

Jamie T: Sticks and Stones

I absolutely love this song. It's got a great beat, it's about being young and ridiculous and it sounds epic. I can see a little montage film cut to this of us doing the run. To me, the lyrics say everything about stuff being hard sometimes, but getting through is easier with your mates around you.

Those are my choices - let me know what you thought; what would you have picked?

The Greensand Way 2012 crew - posing as if we were a pop group

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About 2 or 3 times a year I get the chance to do a snow run. Its like christmas day on my running diary. I get all excited and it makes every part of a familiar running route magical and new and sparkly.

Me dressed in Hi Viz black for todays snow run

As Claire and I had run over 15 miles on Saturday we chose a route close to home that started from my back garden and would take in a small part of the Greensand Way. As we ran down from my house we caught up with my wife coming back from her shorter run. She has told me to shamelessly plug her excellent vintage blog which can be found here www.drgvintage.blogspot.com

Dr G taking a pic of me whilst I take a pic of her

We ran out through Busbridge Woods and over the road running up and over Hydons Ball. Turning left at the Pumphouse we joined up with the Greensand Way running round the scenic part of Vann Hill. The snow was around 2 or 3 inches (real inches not man inches) deep so running through it involved lifting your legs up higher than normal.  Running in snow is much more tiring and we run about 25% slower because of it. Its an excellent form of resistance training.

The Water Pumphouse hidden in the woods in Hydons Ball

Sheep on Vann Hill

As we ran along a small stretch of the Greensand Way we realised that it had taken much longer than we thought to do the first 3 miles of our run so we took a diversion off it and ran back using Markwick Lane back towards our start.

With the snow even the lanes looked fantastic and with almost no cars (except the bemused policeman and his car totally stuck at the bottom of Markwick lane)  it was like running along a bridleway.

running up Markwick Lane

Our run totalled 5 miles and took a very long 1 hour 21 minutes but I was smiling almost all the way. I liked the schumpf schumpf noise of snow as we ran along, the silence of the woods compared to normal, how bright it was with the light reflecting up again and the patter splat noises of the thawing snow as it dripped off the trees........ oh..... and for some reason snow makes your running trainers REALLY CLEAN too.

Windmilling

As a 'Rock Music Fan' I used to love watching clips of Pete Townshend of The Who 'windmilling' with his arms in front of his guitar. I went to Kent Uni which was also attended by Jonathan Creek star Alan Davies (whos character lived in a windmill) . My Univeristy Lecturer Frank Burnett also lived in a Windmill, As did Windy Miller who was in Trumpton which has a great episode about Window Cleaners . I also 'hung out' with a band called the Amazing Windmills when I was at college. The chance to add another windmill encounter in my life was about to occur......

The next stage of our training exploration of the greensand way was to get to the end of 'map 4' on the surrey website. I was very pleased to learn this would include a 'run by' of the Windmill in Ewhurst. It sits atop Pitch Hill and is the highest Windmill in Surrey and was built in 1840.

Claire and I set off on Saturday morning where temps overnight had been minus 9. We had sensibly taken it easy the night before by staying out until 2.30 am and going to the 10th anniversary of the rock club night 'Schism' in Woking. We had loaded up on energy drinks (with cute little shots in them) and the odd lager so we had plenty of calories avaiable the next day for our run.

Dave texted whilst doing a training run in Portsmouth where the minus 9 temp had frozen his camelback drink solid and made his hair crunchy and solid. I avoid freezing in my camelback by using 'human friendly'  antifreeze in my water.......ribena.

Greensand Way view just east of the White Horse Pub

The very low temperatures and 'slight hangovers' took their toll on this run, as did me forgetting to take my running jacket and being forced to opt for an additional fleece instead. As we started from the White Horse pub I had estimated the distance to the windmill at about 7 or 8 miles. It turned out to be closer to 10. It is becoming a trait of mine to massively underestimate distance and fail to notice 'steep terrain'. I would probably call Everest a slight uphill 4 mile jog.

As usual the route was easy to follow with all the Greensand Way signs and we soon crossed a disused part of the Wey Navigation Canal.

crossing the disused Wey Navigation on the Greensand Way

As we began the steady climb into the Winterfold Heath towards the top of pitch hill the run felt very similar to the first time we slogged up towards Gibbet Hill. The views from this area are amazing and the Heath is owned by the Bray family who have had it since it was gifted to them by King Henry VII 500 years ago. The scenery was so epic and distracting that Claire was a 'tumbling tosser' (a hash house harriers term) and fell over without hurting herself.

Climbing into Winterfold Heath on the Greensand Way

Getting to the top of Pitch Hill involved running along the ridge and eventually after zig zagging through the paths near the top we reached the Ewhurst Windmill. It is privately owned so we couldnt look round it. Instead we sat in the freezing cold and drank some coffee and stuffed ourselves with food and having taken 2 hours to run 10 miles set off again 15 minutes later to try to get home before 4pm.

The only angle I could photograph the Ewhurst Windmill on the Greensand Way

Despite a few miles of the journey back being downhill it was obvious to both of us on the way back that the conditions, temperatures and physical state was making progress very hard. We were running along with ALL the clothes we brought with us on including the extra clothes to wear just when we were standing around having lunch.  Running in these temperatures is very, very draining on your energy levels.

As we got to within a few miles of the White Horse we decided sensibly to end the run early as Claire had picked up a painful foot injury which was making running very difficult. We had already run 15 miles at that stage which was further than I had planned anyway. Risking making an injury far worse for the sake of a few more miles just wasnt worth it. Fortunately Claire was fine by the evening.

We stood like cold school kids by the A281 in Grafham and got picked up by my wife who brought a warm car and biscuits!

Greensand Way near Rooks Hill Farm in Grafham

This run has allowed us to map out and get familiar with another stretch of the Greensand Way. It was also the first time I used my android app Backcountry Navigator which is an excellent GPS app that superimposes your location on an Ordnance Survey Map so you can see real time exactly where on the footpaths you are.

We are beginning to get a bit tired of the large sugar intake required for these distance runs so I'm going to spend this week looking for savoury snacks that are calorie rich we can maybe try instead of the endless jelly babies.

 I also learnt that if you use 'tiger balm' as a deep heat remedy on tired muscles and then dont wash your hands then jelly babies taste 'odd'.

The Blue Room

That place.........where you go..........in your head. Not the 'bad' place. The really good one.

That place where you either have so much stuff to do that on the task in hand, that the day to day 'worries' or concerns dissapear, or that place where you are weightless, warm, relaxed and completely zoned out and nothing but where you are that moment matters. No room for tax returns, no room for anxieties, no room for 'whats for dinner tonite' or 'what shall I get my brother for xmas'.

Just you on cruise control.

To many this is 'meditation'.  For me this is 'The Blue Room'




 Gordon Reef in the Red Sea waiting patiently at 40-50m for Hammerhead Sharks

 The Blue Room Underworld

The Blue Room comes from my 17 years of diving. When diving in places like the Red Sea the water is near 30 degrees Celcius, you are neutrally bouyant ...'weightless'. My rebreather makes no bubbles so is silent. It's literally a flotation tank with my eyes open. In this wondrous place (and it really is!) anything 'topside' is irrelevant. I find myself in a very calm tranquil place. My movements are deliberately slow and relaxed in rhythm with the sea around me. I am in what I came to call The Blue Room.

2000 ft up over Thruxton in a Piper Cherokee

The Arial Blue Room

There is the gentle rhythmic throb of the engine blocked out by your big headphones. You are 'weightless' above a very slowly moving landscape (even though you may be travelling much faster than most sports cars )  and beneath a shiny huge blue sky. Unlike diving there is so much to do....navigate on the correct heading, maintain correct altitude, make radio calls, carb heat , switch tanks, reset the DI. It is this heavy task loading which forces  you to 'zone out' of the day to day life we live. If you use autopilot  flying you are missing the point.

I got my pilots license in 2007. During my 45 hours of training I discovered another Blue Room in the sky.

The Blue Room at Ground Level

Its very cold and frosty. I can feel it on my face as I breathe, but beneath my running clothes I am warm. The frost crunches under my steady rhythmic running pace, the music in my headphones absorbs me and the sky breaks through the woods clear and blue on a winters day.Sometimes when I'm running I am so 'zoned out' I literally run past Deer and other walkers without even seeing them until I'm almost on top of them.

This is my Running Blue Room. One I can go to every day. A little bit of daily meditation. My body guides me like an autopilot through the tracks, over the obstacles, up the hills without noticing them.

Greensand Way marker near Hambledon

Where is your Blue Room ?

The Blue Room is the reason I can run long distances. The ability to 'zone out' and not notice your tiredness, or aches. A lot of people think running is hard and that long distance runners are mad. I find that Im not even warmed up properly for the first 45 minutes (usually way after most people have given up on a run). Once in the flow of the run I can go for miles because of this ability.

Dave told me recently that he was starting to find long distance running addictive. I think he may have his own Blue Room or two but never thought to name it. Im willing to bet he gets the same feeling when he is absorbed in a guitar performance with his band.

So ....where is your Blue Room ? ........If you dont have one go find one. Tell me about them.

Exposing myself and flashing when I run

I have exposed myself (by accident) once when running. Ill tell you why and how this happened later in this post, but for now I want to talk about the other type of exposure and flashing.....Taking digital photographs. I should warn you in advance, by very nature of the subject matter this post has a lot of photos in............cue the boring slide show...........

Lee - keen amateur underwater photographer and short bloke

Snap Happy

I really enjoy taking photos. My wall in my kitchen is a testament to this. I particularly like the challenge of taking good underwater photos with my camera when I go diving. There is far more skill required than above water, getting the light levels right, colour balance so that everything doesnt look blue, diving very carefully so as not to stir up debris and affect the 'viz', positioning strobes so you dont get back scatter .....the list goes on and on. To me there is a joy in taking the time over a pic and really 'nailing it' like a pro.

The above jet ski pic is and example of a shot that I am pleased with. I spent ages getting all the settings right, I was floating in the middle of lake in a drysuit and lifejacket, Id manually adjusted the colours for just red, briefed the guys in the jetski as to what sort of pic i could get for them etc etc. this photo is not photoshopped. This is exactly as it was taken. Im very pleased with it.......... BUT.....and this is the big BUT.....it took ages to get perfect (and for those of you with £4000 Digital SLRs it was done with a compact camera). I reckon I took over 100 photos to get 7 worth posting on facebook.


So Whats this got to do with Running ?

I also like to take pics when I'm running.......but....when I'm running my heart rate is well up and my clothing is chosen for hard exercise, if I stop for more than a few seconds I get cold and it affects my 'rhythm'. The challenge with taking running pics is 'nailing it' in 5 seconds or less....with a phone camera (which I also listen to music on when running). Camera phones are good for pictures , but have less features and settings than most cheap digital compact cameras. They are more of a challenge to get a decent picture with.

Dr Stephanie Evans on the Wreck of the Dunraven in the Red Sea

The above pic is an example of an underwater pic I took that encompasses the spirit of a running pic. My wife was on the other side of the wreck of the Dunraven in the Red Sea. She didnt know I was taking the pic, I had less than 5 seconds to take that pic as she was framed in the gap in the wreck. I got the pic because I was prepared when the moment arose. Its for this reason I love this photo.

Pictures and the Greensand Way

Having been 'aware' of the area around the greensand way for the last year or more I can tell you it's very rightly named an area of outstanding natural beauty, I love to run in this area and it's great to share with others in a 'twitpic'

Greensand Way by Hambledon Church at Harvest

All of the rest of the pics in this post are taken running with my phone. All done in less than 5 seconds, none of them photoshopped.

Bluebells in Busbridge Woods

I also like to go running in any country I go to. Ive taken pics whilst running in Spain, Egypt and Poland recently.

Beehives in Guardamar Spain

How Far?!

The routes I run locally that all start in my back garden are a mix up of various paths but generally I run one particular 'loop' about once per week. What is amazing is that the changing of the seasons and times of day and weather can give me such varied results.

Tree in the Mist near Hambledon on the Greensand Way

Given that I run a lot of the time before I go to work I often catch sunrises in the early morning in winter that most people miss as they brush their teeth, yawn and get dressed. Running off road takes you to places a lot of people dont see, there is no car or train access.

Winter Sunrise Vann Hill overlooking the Greensand Way

A different Winter Sunrise from Vann Hill overlooking the Greensand Way

Winter Sunrise from Hascombe Hill

Even things as 'mundane' as the rain or fog can massively change the landscape overnight and reveal new patterns in the paths or terrain.This is also true when Autumn makes the leaves fall and hides paths (sometimes causing me to get lost even on paths Im very familiar with )

View on path from Busbridge Lakes in Autumn

Path near Busbridge Woods washed clear of leaves by overnight rain

Hascombe Hill Mist

The Greensand Way Run is going to provide me with hundreds of opportunities to take some stunning pictures and it is one of the many things I am looking forward to. Ill be armed with my trusty compact camera but I bet some of the best pics will be the 5 second pics because my phone is always close to hand.

How I once got Frostbite on my Penis

Now that Ive finished boring you with my slideshow we can get to the reason you are really reading this post. In the winter when I run early it is dark and it is cold. On one very dark and cold morning It was frosty and about minus 5 celcius outside. I was short of running leggings as they were in the wash so I elected for a pair of excellent double warm merino wool helly hansen longjohns.

Even with 2 layers on my legs in the winter in sub zero temps i can get what I have dubbed CRP or Cold Running Penis.


On this fateful morning whilst out running in non standard running kit the action of my running caused my willy to accidentally pop out through the convenient fly in the longjohns (something running leggings dont have for a reason). As it was very cold I didnt notice....for almost all of the run. I put the cold sensation down to CRP. Amazingly no one was out walking their dogs that morning. The shock and horror as I looked down and saw the little fella staring back at me was every mans nightmare, the effect of the cold was serious and I had lost all feeling in my little guy and he felt ice cold on the return to my house. I was reluctant to 'put my hands on him and rub him warm' in case a one year potential prison term for exposure became a 5 year prison term for 'wanking in public'.

The searing terrible pain when I thawed him out in the shower was something Ill never forget. I can still remember it now.

I have never run with just longjohn thermals on again.



Our First Threesome

Yesterday was the first training run we did with all three of us running together.

Pushing ourselves further and longer than last week we decided to combine the Map 2 we ran last week with Map 1 which meant we got to run from Hambledon Church all the way to the end of the Greensand Way on Haslemere High St and then back again. A total of 21 miles.

We set off at a very punctual 8.30am and quickly found we settled into a much faster pace than the week before. The ascent up towards Gibbet Hill Viewpoint was easier this time and we even took the time out to get a picture of ourselves standing on what used to be the busy A3 (now defunct due to the tunnel) It was very eerie to stand somewhere that we have all driven along so many times, with no cars or tarmac!

Standing on the old A3 as it swept up to the hindhead trafiic lights just below the Greensand Way

We got to the viewpoint at Gibbet Hill in under 2 hours and fond that running as three means whilst one of you may be a bit tired at any given stage there is always two others to spur you on.

An excellent Plank on Gibbet Hill on the Greensand Way

Dave took the opportunity to enjoy the obligtory Plank at the navigation marker and we also left an offering to the running gods in the form of a jelly baby to mark our respect.

Our offering left facing towards Godalming at Gibbet Hill on the Greensand Way

The 'downhill' and 'short' 30 minute run down to Haslemere I promised was not 'downhill' and not 'short'. It proved to be up and down and took us over 45 minutes to run. I was berated all the way for promising optimistically that we were ' only about 8 minutes away' when we were not.....at all.

Our halfway mark...and Bruch

The Greensand Way spits you out in Haslemere into a car park. Its a very big anticlimax. You go from peaceful scenic hills and epic views to so many people and cars and noise its like being in Cairo by comparison. We all felt very out of place running up the HIgh St and were pleased to go hide in The Swan Pub for 'brunch'.

Whilst Dave and Claire ignored my recommendation for a suitable light runners lunch by having a bacon, sausage and egg bloomer I opted for the much more sensible large full cooked breakfast.

We ate, drank coffee and water and rested for just under an hour before setting off again at about 12.30pm.

running down the quiet lane off gibbet hill on the Greensand Way

The return journey was run at a furious pace with Dave up front for most of it as he had promised his girlfriend he would finish the run by around 1pm. This was slightly optimistic.

I did not suffer any ill effects from my light sensible brunch on the return run, I did not burp black pudding every few minutes for three hours, didnt feel the beans slopping around for most of the run, didnt find the waistband unusually tight round my waist.  I didnt feel hash browns dancing a merry jig.

A few ailments with cramp and chaffing made us realise that we need to add a few items to our medical pack when running.  I also brought 2 packs of jelly babies and a litre of water and a bottle of red bull this time but i still need a bit more water on these long runs. I carried drink in my camelback stuffed inside my new larger more comfy rucksack and this worked really well. I obviously got the balance of calories and water nearly right because this week I returned weighing the same as I did when I left (last week I was 5 lbs lighter after my run)

my favourite photo of the day taken in a road mirror on the Greensand Way in Hambledon

We got back to Hambledon for about 3.20pm which was really good. Dave had to shoot off fairly quickly as he was 'a few minutes behind schedule' and Claire and I stayed at the Merry Harriers pub in Hambledon and had an 'Ice Cold in Alex' moment with the best pint Ive drunk in ages.

sports drink in the Merry Harriers Hambledon on the Greensand Way

We were all really pleased with our pace and are already getting ready for the next large run together which will be exploring the Greensand Way westwards from The White Horse at Hascombe towards the Windmill at Ewhurst.