Spring in my step

That’s a bit of an ambitious title.

More like spring in my limp but I can walk three or four miles now so improving, though I need to roller and stretch when i get back in.

According to scientists, brisk walking is better for you than running. Hmm.. I’m sure some of us would disagree with them. But a brisk walk is what I can manage just now, so a brisk walk is what I shall be enjoying.


late spring daffodils

Spring is late here this year. MrM is the weather-watcher, something about a wind being stuck in the Mediterranean which means we get lumbered with freezing temperatures. but it has been bright and clear, so I feel like I’m emerging from semi-hibernation.

I walked down to Chorlton Water Park to see the river.

The Mersey, Chorlton Water Park bridge

View from a bridge

This looks fun, although as they passed me the woman at the back assured me she was having ‘a nightmare’!

Horse riding at Chorlton Water Park

Horse riding at Chorlton Water Park

If you look this way, into the distance, you can see the rise of the hill I used to use for hill-running practice (little sigh).

My running hill

My running hill

I then went for a sit in the orchard.

Plaque on the orchard bench

The plaque on the orchard bench

And you know, sometimes it is nice to just sit. And breathe. And really look at what’s around you.

Chorlton water park, orchard view

The Orchard view

Even if we could do with more of this…

first leaves

Look – leaves!

Come on Spring!

Butterflies on the long run

Long runs in sunshine are such a treat and so I bounded down river towards Chorlton Water Park all smiles – until the business of breathing and pouring with sweat kicked in.

Our side of the river is the road less travelled – due to the fact it doesn’t give easy access to Didsbury, no doubt – and so it is a bit overgrown by this time of year. Not that I’m complaining, there’s something rather exciting about being lost in head-high wild flowers at times.

Coming back I saw three butterflies dancing along the hedgerow. Seeing wildlife is always uplifting, but not making me run any faster.

I do suffer from Fotherington-Thomas tendencies. I’ve never actually said ‘hello birds, hello sky’ but I think it. And I want to enjoy the moment of watching these brown and yellow butterflies skimming the grasses, weaving through each other’s paths, expressing what seems to me to be a natural joy that I should get from running.

And so I covered just under five miles in an hour meaning I’m plodding on at  about 5mph. Not exactly gazelle stuff, though it’s worth considering I’m running off-road and those butterflies are distracting, honestly!