Last night’s session was more akin to bog snorkling. Andrew's timing was immaculate as the deluge overhead cleared. Less immaculate was the lycra. Boy Scout RG armed with a sac full of AAA batteries. BigG gambled on an intermediate compound with his salamon crossmax. R, A + RG played safe with mudclaws and talons. Off the grid is always high revs, slow speed and much wheeezing. R+A quickly dropped the old guard. With water running on every track it added another new challenge.
A rare early morning adventure on Cavehill when we can actually see where we’re
going
Tito respect to R+A who keep the climb going to the stile... a new training high.
RG splashed out over the moor with a few wobbles. BigG cut a fine wake up from the gorse crosstrack. RG called a new route...loop round and come up the red.
R pulled us all along to a ridiculous 8min mile split as we dropped down towards Hightown and juked across to the base of the red run.
We followed the Tigris to where it
met the Euphrates...at which point the similarity with the Garden of Eden
stalled. Willy Wonka’s chocolate waterfall almost required fixed ropes and
crampons. R+A moved lightly leaving RG+G playing about like a couple of hippos.
Totally waterlogged the high path became grand canal cavehill. The ascent was
great training the descent was unnerving and entertaining... We returned to the
Garden of Eden in time for....the fall of man...or should I say the many falls
of Garth.
What a sketch...zero
grip...careering out of control... head torch flashing everywhere...ten toes in
the air...saved only by lodging himself in a thicket of briars. Confidence and
legs in tatters G bravely finished the descent grandstanding with a triple toe
loop and landed it ... in a hole on his hole.
The low road home was uneventful. 5.5miles 78mins....pretty quick for an individual medally. Best of luck getting that running kit cleaned G.
Ralph and Andrew have booked facials and spray tan in prep for Sunday’s photo shoot. Fountain of youth required to even give RG a fighting chance... saving grace is he is standing beside an ugly edifice of Napoleon's nose correction... Robert's nose.
Once again thanks to all for another good night on the hill.
RG
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