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Beautiful night run, Garmin seems to be recovered
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antracing
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20 June 2012
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I just got back from a lovely run in the dark (wearing my Niterunner lights) and testing out my old Garmin Forerunner 305, which I think had sensory overload. I deleted everything off it, history, courses etc and now it has worked well for 2 runs in a row!
Running in the dark was so good. The weather is meant to deteriorate badly soon, so I thought a run when I got back from milking tonight might be better than gales and lashing rain in the morning. I did my ordinary 8 km run up Greely Hill, to the ridge on Campbells Rd and back, not too fast but very consistent. With vision restricted to the blob of light in front of my feet and various distant light sources, my sense of hearing was dominant. The quick, soft, padding of my feet, the rustle of bushes as a red-necked wallaby hopped off the track, the scampering of a possum back up a tree, wind sighing up in the crowns of the trees, ducks wings flapping and soft quacking on the dam, the distant sound of a car on the highway down in the valley.
Most obvious of the lights was the high Omega Tower down at Giffard West, once a US naval tracking station, now decommissioned but still lit up with red lights. Then further over to the left the bright orange lights of the Esso gas plant at Longford. The light yellow buttery bits of moon through the trees. The scattered lights of homes down along the highway and Buttners Saddle Rd. The lights of vehicles on the highway and on Woodside Rd. Reflections for the forest track signs for Richmond Track and Vale Track.
Then as I came down Greely hill into the open, the sky was clear and I was running along the line of the Milky Way, as if it was all the track I needed to follow to get home. As I gazed up at the wonderful stars, a wombat shot across the track and down the drain on the right. Deep down in the drain a light I have never noticed in daytime runs was flashing orange, a roadworks light fallen from its job up on the highway 20 feet above me and now still working but unseen by anyone but me. Must have a good battery.
Then the orange light outside the kitchen door of our house, a welcome friendly sight. More precious than ever after the scary earthquake last night, that had the solid brick house on its concrete slab flexing and rolling as if on a giant surfboard.
A run to remember and hopefully repeat on many nights in the months to come.
Running in the dark was so good. The weather is meant to deteriorate badly soon, so I thought a run when I got back from milking tonight might be better than gales and lashing rain in the morning. I did my ordinary 8 km run up Greely Hill, to the ridge on Campbells Rd and back, not too fast but very consistent. With vision restricted to the blob of light in front of my feet and various distant light sources, my sense of hearing was dominant. The quick, soft, padding of my feet, the rustle of bushes as a red-necked wallaby hopped off the track, the scampering of a possum back up a tree, wind sighing up in the crowns of the trees, ducks wings flapping and soft quacking on the dam, the distant sound of a car on the highway down in the valley.
Most obvious of the lights was the high Omega Tower down at Giffard West, once a US naval tracking station, now decommissioned but still lit up with red lights. Then further over to the left the bright orange lights of the Esso gas plant at Longford. The light yellow buttery bits of moon through the trees. The scattered lights of homes down along the highway and Buttners Saddle Rd. The lights of vehicles on the highway and on Woodside Rd. Reflections for the forest track signs for Richmond Track and Vale Track.
Then as I came down Greely hill into the open, the sky was clear and I was running along the line of the Milky Way, as if it was all the track I needed to follow to get home. As I gazed up at the wonderful stars, a wombat shot across the track and down the drain on the right. Deep down in the drain a light I have never noticed in daytime runs was flashing orange, a roadworks light fallen from its job up on the highway 20 feet above me and now still working but unseen by anyone but me. Must have a good battery.
Then the orange light outside the kitchen door of our house, a welcome friendly sight. More precious than ever after the scary earthquake last night, that had the solid brick house on its concrete slab flexing and rolling as if on a giant surfboard.
A run to remember and hopefully repeat on many nights in the months to come.
