Decisions, decisions....

So.. with less than a month to go to PW2011 it's all getting a bit stressful. With the intended training schedule in shreds in the recycling box, the PW virgin having failed to register (apparently he submitted the forms on the Sat but they weren't received in time) and a knee still twinging - it's not looking very healthy. Sat in MASH on Saturday  (Top Secret training HQ for PW No.1) as three high viz clad athletes arrived, having walked in at pace from Ramsey (again). That only exacerbated the dismay. Having been more than 'stupid busy' every day, night and weekend for over a month, and in dire need of a day to learn my lines for the play (Alan Ayckbourn 'Communicating Doors' in  July FYI)  I was planning a Bank Holiday with a book, large cup of something with caffeine and a few packets of ginger biscuits. However, PW partner happened to mention in passing on Sunday that he was heading off to St John's along the old railway track the next day. Decisions, decisions. A day spent in solitude, trying desperately to cram text into ageing brain cells, versus a couple of hours pounding the roads. Well as it was only going to be a few hours I'd still have loads of time for lines... So ETD 9am at the QB. Rucksack, windproof and waterprooof  just in case this time... & a few £'s to top up the carbs and liquids in St Johns. Good pace along the path - managed not to spend too much time 'passing the time of day' with everyone we met (is there anyone Dad doesn't know?? and he has been warned - no socialising on the way round this year - it's serious walking - not serial talking). Hit the coffee and scones by 11am. Decisions, decision. Too early to go home - and we needed some gradient. Dad's plan - head off up Ballanass Rd, past Slieau Whallian, and see where we go from there - so long as we get to Peel by about 2pm we'll be ok.. and the weather was simply fabulous (the play can wait...) It was quite a climb - broken only by a few passing cyclists and vans. But what a fantastic time of year to be out walking - trees and hedges packed with flowers and green things with obscure latin names (that Dad either knows or makes up - I wouldn't know the difference!). Took a right at the very top by the mines (and what a view), played 'name the hills' for a bit (don't know why I bother - I always lose) headed down past Arrasey Plantation, up, down, up, down etc etc... then a green lane, through a mini swimming pool of muddy water, down Barnell (and was it down...certainly gave the knees and legs a hammering) left at the bottom, right after Patrick Church then PW route to Peel. Good day, great walk, major problem - no lines learned so facing very cross Director at next rehearsal. Decisions, decisions. Maybe I should blame Dad - after all it was his idea....

Destination Ramsey....

Given the prevailing southerly wind, Dad (local met man) decided it would be a tad less uncomfortable to head up north with the gusts behind us - than face a wind tunnel down south and across to Peel. Weather forecast not brilliant for later on... blustery showers coming over from Ireland - but thought we'd go for it. PW training session number 2 was about to commence  - a tad behind schedule admittedly. 9am ETD - 9.20 by the time I'd ministered to needy offspring - down to the prom, round to Groudle, head up North. As usual we encountered manic drivers (many with R plates, but also quite a lot in large chunks of expensive metal) driving at breakneck speeds with no consideration for anything else on the road. Thankfully no one apart from Dad was in ear shot to hear the expletives..... And on top if it all - lots of those irritating little stones and bits of seed pod that get under your sock - they were annoying too. Thankfully by the time we reached Lonan, calm prevailed, normal conversation resumed, and we began pondering which hostlery to frequent for mid morning protein, carbs, and caffine in-take. Laxey seemed a decent spot. 20 mins, one bacon buttie (Dad), large latte and mug of tea and loo break later - we were back on the road. Mum phoned when we were just after the Corony to let us know it was persisting down in Douglas... smugly we reported 'blustery but dry' up north. Oh how we spoke too soon. In scenes reminiscent of PW 2008, as we walked down, up, round, down then up to Maughold Church the heavens did their worst. Several very posh cars adorned with wedding ribbons passed us on the way (if it was your wedding at Maughold this aftenoon - can I just say the flowers outside the church looked lovely, the guests very smart indeed, sorry about the weather, and apologies for the two bedraggled walkers who squelched through your wedding party.) No let up in the rain and wind. Dad was ok - sensibly he had brought his rain proof coat with hood. Me - well I was as intelligent as ever - brought two space blankets, and change of top - but forgot the waterproof. I was soaked. A shared soggy cheese sandwich later and we yomped into Ramsey heading for the warmest, driest cafe we could for a hot drink. Mum and Daughter No.1 joined us, having had a journey from hell over the mountain in the mist. There was only one solution - we needed retail therapy. Despite everything else in my rucksack being waterlogged, the 'plastic' card was as good as new : ) One fabulous fair trade shopping experience, steaming hot shower, and substantial tea later - all is good with the world. Knee not too sore(ish), the pace was acceptable and Dad's leg was ok. If we're aiming to complete our training schedule we may just about be ready in time for the PW next year...!

Houston we have a problem...

well a few problems if we're being honest.. which of course we always are.. With just over a month to go we have lost the PW Virgin ( not entered unless assuming a hidden identity), not managed any more 'team' training walks since the last blog, been out of action for two weeks, and managed to fill the diary with even more non walk related stuff. Re: out of action. All self inflicted. At my age (**) you would have thought I would know by now that, although the mind may want to keep on playing superwoman - bits of the body disagree. Case in question. I don't normally wear high heels - despite the blatantly obvious fact I am, well, not tall (a fact I think should, if anyone official is reading, be taken into consideration in the PW. I must walk the equivalent of PWx2 compared to the 6ft 2' size 12 feet walkers that stride gracefully past me looking as if they are on a Sunday jolly....)  but I digress - high heels - yes. So posh night out - trying for once to look respectable in posh trousers which need high heels.. end of the night- time to clear up. Superwoman decides that carrying sandbags and heavy boxes up flights of steep stairs may be good training for the legs. That may be - but the back and neck didn't agree. Possibly exacerbated by the attempt to emulate ABBA on the dance floor, plus walking home - well back and neck in agony for a week, immobile for another, and I can just about now turn my head around this much........ On the positive side - I did rest my sore knee for a week - which has done it the world of good. The other half of the team continues to do sneaky training hoping I don't find out. Got one over on him the other day- had a meeting in Union Mills Sat am and had to get back to MASH HQ (top secret training facility for PW No. 1) early afternoon. Lhergy Cripperty beckoned. So long as I didn't look left I was fine. Blast up to top, round and back on the old Castletown Road. Made it for a fab latte, just missing the heros of the PW Messrs Waddington and Lynch. Apparently they'd walked in from Ramsey, via Maughold, and called in for sustenance. Rumour has it they cooled off in the Irish Sea before lunch... now that deserves respect! So countdown training schedule: as Sat is free from other stuff, Dad and I may get to have a blast to Ramsey, or Peel via the Sloc - depends on the weather and prevailing wind. One thing is certain, no matter which beach we end up on - there is no way I'm going in the sea!