I was going to call this post Cwm Rundda after the Welsh hymn Cwm Rhondda (aka Bread of Heaven) but I thought it would probably be a bit of a bastardisation on the Welsh language for blogging’s sake. But anyway……today I decided to go on a little adventure and find myself a running track to do some kind of reps type thing. I could have zipped down to Cardiff but I had a feeling that with half term being on they probably had a kiddy club on. So I googled and found two tracks that weren’t too far from me, up in the Rhondda valley. Both were public and both were free.
I had actually counted on google giving me the right information but today it had the last laugh. I think I saw most of the valley villages this morning as I drove through tiny high streets, past rows and rows of Welsh mining cottages. I drove round and round for about 50 minutes thinking how utterly stupid I was…….and then I saw it, beneath me from the road I had parked on up a really really steep hill.
I weaved down between the little streets and finally found myself at a track. It turns out that there is probably only one track in the area but nobody has updated details about this track for a long time so everything on the internet about it is completely wrong. I had spent so long driving around and getting lost that I really wanted to go home. But if running was my Bread then I had found my Heaven tucked away between Clydach Vale and Tonypandy.
I made my way down to the track and did my first reps session for a very long time. I ran 800m reps and limited myself to 4 of them just to make sure I didn’t over egg things and end up sore again. I was also reminded how windy tracks are, especially those that are way up in the hills of South Wales.
It was a particularly uneventful session but the key for me was that I did something different and that I went out of my way to do it. I can get so comfortable doing my usual steady runs that it actually felt really good to feel the burn in my throat and chest from running a little bit faster. And on the plus side I was consistent, hitting 3 and a half minutes for each 800m. For the first time back on a track I was a little bit chuffed with that. I made my way back down from the valleys feeling a little glow of satisfaction from running a good session in such a beautiful place.
(It took me an hour to find this place and 20 minutes to get back. Thanks Google Maps)