Start 16.00 Took my battered shins out for a 5 mile run with the tail end of Doris this afternoon. Chose one of my least exposed routes through town and woods rather than along river and through polder to avoid the worst of the wind. Despite there certainly being plenty of air whooshing about me I couldn't seem to get all that much of it into my lungs to help with the running stuff. Bit of a plod fest really but ach, still glad I got out. At one point the buff that I have over my cap (to keep my ears warm and earphone in and cap firmly on head) blew off, but luckily I was able to run after it and catch it before Doris could carry it away completely. Cap stayed hanging on the back of my head where it's anchored to my hair with a clasp through the back elastic.
'Marathon Woman Returns' is about my running and is updated the most regularly.
'Uitjes Enzo' has occasional other stuff.
'Chasing Chatwin' is about my trip to Patagonia in 2009.
'Reading Matters' is about books I've read but is a bit neglected - you'd think I haven't read anything for ages which of course isn't true.
The Plan is: to run a marathon in every county in the Netherlands.
The Story So Far:
Zuid Holland ~ Rotterdam, April 1997 4:22 (pre-blog days, so no link to a race report as with my later marathons) Flevoland/Overijssel ~ Urk/Zwolle November 2009 4:53:30 (this is 'cheating' a bit as the race begins in one county and ends in the other, so I'm going to run it again this year to make one whole marathon for each county) And here it is - the second Zuiderzee Marathon, November 2010 5:03(?) Utrecht ~ Utrecht, April 2010 2010 4:52 (no offical time as last minute entry and Utrecht then makes you pay lots of money for practically nothing) Brabant~ Eindhoven, October 2010 4:50:08 (Great crowd support.) Zeeland~ Burgh-Hamstede/Zoutelande, October 2012 5:59:56 (First one where I thought I might DNF.) Noord HollandBeemster, May 2014 (4:45:??? - no official time released)
I watch God's face falling slow slow, even orangier and the clouds are all colors, then after there's streaks and dark coming up so bit-at-a-time I don't see it till it's done. (Room ~ Emma Donaghue)
They drove on into the last of the day's blue, so pale, haunting and intense in the way brief things are. (Romanno Bridge ~ Andrew Greig)
an oyster light that lasts for hours before the sun is actually up and so has about it a diffuse and magical quality (The Weight of Water ~ Anita Shreve)
in the far sky a huge bank of slate-blue cloud was shutting down like a lid on the last, smouldering streak of sunset fire. (The Book of Evidence ~ John Banville)
Oriental sunsets of soupy jade and marmalade (Ghostwritten ~ David Mitchell)
the mournful, bittersweet color of a day's end, that piercing golden bask over the landscape made all the more aching for the fact that it wouldn't last. (The Post-Birthday World ~ Lionel Shriver)
It's so beautiful at this hour. The sun is low, the shadows are long, the air is cold and clean. (Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close ~ Jonathan Safran Foer)
low-flying clouds of red and purple, lit from below with dark gold (The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society ~ Mary Ann Shaffer)
a daybreak like a row of sparkling dinner knives (A Long Long Way ~ Sebastian Barry)