Lynne and I went out for a short walk around Bleaklow yesterday evening. It was more of a training kind of thing for navigation and to make sure that we are all up to speed on bog walking with packs on and are happy in the clag and dark.
The rest of the day boded well for having some pretty horrible weather for us to test ourselves in, and give Lynnes Diamir a bit of water to contend with, but as the evening progressed, it brightened up and the cloud base lifted. Ah well. We pack our bags, and added a bit of weight- just for kicks, and headed out into the darkening hills.
What followed was 4 hours of good solid navigation in twilight and a little bit of drizzle (ocassionally), and general hillcraft- including putting feet in big holes in the moor and falling flat on my face in the midst of a heather/bog patch. All good fun.
As expected, it was the downhill at the end that was the worst part of the whole thing. It wasn't so much the darkness, but was the eccentric contractions of the quads while being laden with rucksacks that really made it more difficult than normal.
Throughout the entire 4 hour session, my HR didnt peak above 130, so I can still call it a "recovery" session, which is good. To be honest, it felt slightly like a bit of an extended minor endurance effort, but not really,
Today is a day of rest, and I think I shall be getting on with a bit of anatomy and physiology marking, and drafting a couple of blogs for the Global Therapies site.
I'll have to see if I can sneak in a massage at some point as well... but that will probably have to be after the Moto GP and the tdf.
Hard day tomorrow, so a relaxing one today.