video blogcast ep.1- Morgan

In the first ever episode of the jonny's brain video blogcast, jonny's brain chats exclusively to Morgan Canvin after her 10,000 metre run yesterday.  See the video here.....


and here is Morgan's charity donation page justgiving.com/mummyandmooch/

The featured video is on Vimeo here https://vimeo.com/sprinch/jonnysbrainmorgan

The video is also available for youtubers here https://youtu.be/cVMndDRH1HI

wakey lakey

Off to Ullswater in the morning. Last time we went to the Lake District I spoilt the break a bit by quite literally rendering myself a cripple.  I went trail running in the hills wearing an old pair of pumps, ran for an hour and a half, got back all ok but after a rest couldn't walk.  I'd jarred/sprained/strained (or whatever) the arches of my feet and it was so painful to put weight on my feet that I could barely manage a 5 minute hobble down the road to the pub later and the next couple of days involved me moaning about not walking too far etc.
This time I'm armed with a nice new pair of trail running shoes but think I'm probably a bit off the pace with my fitness.  We'll be waking up each morning in a kind of log cabin that looks a bit like a wooden igloo and then setting off to explore the woods, lakes and hills all day.  Looking forward to having no tv, phone or internet and going off the radar for a few days

extreme jogging

After a good burn on Silvesta I zipped straight back out for a run, a bit of a cycle/run duathlon is my new improved way of keeping fit.  Nothing unusual at first, started running my usual route across the tracks and fields at the top of the estate but then for reasons only known to he inner sanctum of my mind i decided to take a diversion onto the bridge over the rail track and run through the fields on the other side.  Started okay and headed for the next bridge along several fields away, this culminated in running through long grass, nettles, brambles, thistles and falling into bogs.  A brief stop to contort myself through a barbed wire fence then an olympic leap over a brook to tackle a field full of angry nettles.  When I reached an unpassable waterlogged bog amidst chest high grasses I realised I could go no further and now the only other option was to turn back and do it again in reverse.  Pretty stupid but actually enjoyed it, wont be taking that route again though.  the soggy trainers I can sort but thescratches and pulsating nettle stings all over my legs I'll just have to put up with for a while.  How long do nettle stings last for? not long I hope