This is a blog about; in no particular order; Running, Juggling, Tigers, and Zombies.

Running is enjoyable, keeps you fit, and helps balance the scales when you have a sweet tooth for cream buns and cakes like I do. It is open to everyone, young or old, and I regular get overtaken by people I used to imagine whiling the afternoons away in a gentle rocking chair listening to the easy going melodies of radio 2, before being awoken for afternoon tea. Now they are all doing 100 mile ultra-marathons and putting me to shame.

Juggling is good for your co-ordination, and combined with running gives you an excuse to go a bit slower, and a better excuse when people ask why you're not winning any races. It also transfers any pains during the race from the feet and legs to the shoulders and back down again, but it enables you to do an aerobic and upper body workout at the same time.

Tigers are large mammals of the feline family (Panthera tigris). There are not enough of them in the wild so I try and do my bit in supporting the charity Wildcats Conservation Alliance who are involved in tiger conservation projects around the world. Please visit their website to see all the good work they do. As part of this fundraising I'm attempting to Joggle 100 marathons or ultra-marathons to join the 100 marathon club, usually in some Tiger associated top, hat or mask. Please visit my 100 marathon club page to see where I'm heading next and my current progress. If you see me at a race it would be great to say hello.

Zombies are undead creatures with a penchant for eating human brains. I like to include them, and other unexplained phenomenon,in this Joggling blog as it makes it more interesting than writing about running across fields for 4 hours, or the frequency of energy gel consumption. As anyone who has run marathons or ultras know if you can let your imagination run wild for a while it helps the time pass a bit quicker. I've some had wild and wonderful encounters in my running career, sometimes in the middle of the night lost on a mountain top or stuck in the woods, so there are elements of truth in all the race reports.

Thank You.

Tim (Joggling Tiger).

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Langsett Reservoir

Langsett Reservoir in South Yorkshire is wonderfully scenic in the summertime, the sun glistening off the crystal clear and tranquil water, paths meandering through gorgeous forest glades, a gentle hike up to the high ridge overlooking the reservoir with a panoramic vista of the beautiful surrounding countryside.




In the dark, wet, and cold depths of Winter, though, it is a haven for marauding gangs of bloodthirsty zombies, picking off poor unsuspecting visitors who dare to brave the harsh elements alone, or in bite sized groups of 2 or 3.

My first race of 2020, and 49th in total, was a battle of survival over 5 laps of the Langsett reservoir. It was cold and raining at the start with over 300 runners aiming to make it intact through 26 miles to claim a medal, chocolate, and beer as their rich reward.

Lap 1 was a sighting lap to survey the course and any potential zombie traps. The first mile or so was a gentle climb along soft trails before heading down several hundred metres of thick gloopy mud to the foot of the hill. 




The remains of some unfortunate souls was a sobering reminder of what awaited those who stumbled and sank into its boggy grip. Bordering this swamp, dense blankets of razor sharp thistles trapped the nervous who tried to tiptoe down along the edge. The only sensible approach was heads down kamikaze straight through the middle, kicking aside any flailing hands that emerged from the mud trying desperately to pull you down to a early grave. 

Surviving the mud slope bought us out into some open fields, prime zombie territory, but the first lap was surprisingly quiet. A steep climb followed up to the highest point of the course, which offered 360 degree views of potential incoming attacks. A sharp rocky downhill afforded some respite, but the jagged stone edges combined with a cascading stream of icy cold water made conditions treacherous for a full speed descend, with any slip or fall potentially fatal. An injured or slow moving runner would be easy pickings for the fetid creatures of the damned, waiting patiently out of sight in the treeline for the weak and vulnerable to pass.

A slow climb then took us to a small road section that headed further downhill around the tip of the reservoir to a very steep, but thankfully short, section of trail and back to the starting point where first aid, refreshments, and words of encouragement awaited those who had made it through the lap.

By lap two, however, our visit had been noticed. Across the fields a horde of zombies snatched away several unlucky runners who had strayed off the beaten track.




A lap later and evidence of the murderous rotting mass of zombies was plain to see.The crystal waters ran red with the blood of the marathon running victims. The starting field had been reduced to less than a hundred with two laps still to go.




Another lap and all seemed quiet, maybe the zombies were sated after their feasts of flesh and brains. Complacency, though, is a dangerous thing when dealing with the undead. Approaching the peak of the last summit of the day I was nearly ambushed by a stray splinter group of the nearly dead. Fortunately they were of the slow shuffling persuasion, so I was able to out sprint then on the downhill section that followed and so escaped their wrath.




Five and a half hours after setting off in the cold and wet I'd survived the onslaught and made it one step closer to the 100. It's worth a visit, but preferable in the summer when glorious weather and large groups of tourists keep the zombies hidden well away in the shadows.

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