
I imagine “ginnel” is probably a Yorkshire term and if you are from other parts of the country you might not know what I am talking about. Little secret hidden ways that take you between or behind houses transporting you across town without sharing your space with cars or most other people for that matter. You only discover them if you are a runner or walker because they are like hidden streets in Harry Potter, not exactly invisible but simply not noticed by passing muggles in their metal boxes. When you are running “round the houses” in the morning through most residential areas, you can run down the middle of the road because it’s so quiet but if you venture onto the main roads then you had better watch out because drivers believe the speed limits haven’t come into force yet!
The ginnels are useful because they take you completely away from the traffic. I didn’t want simply to replicate yesterday morning’s run by the canal, beautiful as it was, so I simply plodded around the houses and though my favourite ginnels and down a few I hadn’t used for years.
Only 9 days left now and feeling OK despite overdoing things earlier in the week. A nice gentle few runs over the weekend including parkrun in the morning. No heroics!
“For there is nothing hidden that will not be disclosed, and nothing concealed that will not be known or brought out into the open.” Luke 8:17 NIVUK
Richard is running 10K every day during June, to raise money for a public access defibrillator to be situated at Rothwell Baptist Church. To sponsor him and make a donation, please visit his Just Giving Page.



For me, a rest day now consists of a light 10K jog. Tell me again why this was a good idea? Yesterday was supposed to be a nice jog in the country (Race the train “fun” run) but turned into a hardcore trail race. Slippery muddy paths through the woods, torrential downpour that not only made you soaked through but converted many tracks to rivers. The run, all be it only around 3.5 miles long was remnant of the Boxing Day Chevin Chase of 2015 where it seemed that most of West Yorkshire had been submerged! The main aggravating factor of yesterday’s run was that it was a race and despite my best intentions of not treating it as such, once I am in a race I tend to, well, race!