Wait and hope?

I've had a relatively quiet spell since cross country season ended and the fell running calendar started to open up. I've still been running a few times a week and getting out in the Peaks as often as I can.

It was Cressbrook Crawl fell race on Saturday. I'd been warned it was a tough one. It's 6.5 miles with around 1,200 feet of elevation gain. The first mile lulls you into a false sense of security before a brutal second mile. I felt like I was walking for most of it. Some of the downhills are exhilarating and the river crossing is fun, especially with the kids on the banks of the river spraying their water pistols at you. I came 46th out of 127 finishers and I was more than happy with that. It took me an hour. The guy who won completed it in a superhuman 44 minutes, which is roughly my flat road 10K time at the moment. Unreal.

I'm doing the Yorkshire Three Peaks at the weekend, followed by another couple of fell races, one next Wednesday and one on the late May Bank Holiday weekend.

I've recently bought a new car and have a roof tent on order, so I'll be looking at races further afield. Perhaps in the Lakes if I'm feeling up to it.

I don't have anything very philosophical to say this week.

I've just finished watching the Count of Monte Cristo. It's childish but the French pronunciation of Count is hilarious. I've never heard the C bomb dropped so many times on the BBC. The series closes with the quote from Dumas: "All of human wisdom is contained in these two words - wait and hope." While I understand his character Edmond Dantes is illustrating he has found peace and reneged on his mission of vengeance, it's not for me. 

I don't believe in waiting and hoping. I think you need to act.