Today's midweek long run was the longest for a while, with 12km of hill sprints scheduled, and it was a gorgeous dawn, with a slight nip in the clear air. I crested the pharmacy hill (my normal hill sprint route in the country) and was rewarded with an amazing view of Corsica on the horizon. It is rare enough to see in MC which is right on the coast, for it to be remarkable and oft remarked upon, let alone having a stunning view of the mountains from the relatively inland Vence.
The hill sprints continued - about 750-800m each way, and as is my habit I try and say hello or a brief nod to all and sundry that I see. It always gives me a lift in my step to see an attractive member of the female sex, and this morning once again I was "rewarded" with a spectacular vision of beauty walking what looked like a cross between an Alsation and Husky. Her curly brown-blond hair was loose, and cascading over her shoulders; her loose top showed just a hint of tanned and toned midriff; her black bohemian skirt almost dragged along the floor. An absolute vision giving me an extra 2 kmh at least as I sprinted down the hill, giving her a breathless "salut" as I sprinted past.
As I arthritically shuffled my way back up the hill, I felt an incredible cramp in my stomach, not an altogether unfamiliar feeling, although as this was before breakfast and all I had ingested was a sip or two of water, I was slightly bemused. I then felt the overwhelming urge to break wind, and as I was about to crest the hill I gave rise to a satisfyingly loud cheek slapper of a fart. One can only imagine what was going through the mind of the very same attractive dog walker when I rounded the last corner and found her almost crying with laughter - having doubtlessly heard my contribution to that morning's dawn chorus.
Rather than find myself embarrassed, I actually found myself with even more of a spring in my step, enjoying the obvious amusement of my early morning company. Alas, she had reached the end of her dog walk, and I was nearing the end of my hill sprints, and on the next pass she was nowhere to be seen, but it was a memory that made me smile even as I penned these words.
It is going to be important over the next few weeks to keep a sense of humour and to enjoy the little things on my runs, as my weekly mileage increases dramatically to 70, 80, 90, 100km per week in the near future. But then, this is what makes my hobby fun, as well as the "events" themselves.