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The South Yorkshire road league is a series of 4 races, each one taking place on a Wednesday evening at 7pm and at various locations in South Yorkshire.  Each race is 5 miles in total.  The first race was held at Lodge Moor in Sheffield.  This part of Sheffield is famous for hills!  

I was really looking forward to this race, and had the honour of collecting 5 of my team mates to take to the start of the race.  Those bright white lights on the top of horizon are the pub of the start line, and we were directed to park further behind where I took this photo from.  In total it was a mile to the start line, and we had less than 5 minutes to make it. 


I can imagine that in late Spring when the weather is nice that this would be a beautiful route to run.  There were some incredibly steep and winding up hills, but on the same token one of the best down hills I have ever run.  The landscape changed and was varied and there was plenty to look at.  The course was tough, the hills steep but on the same token the buzz at the finish was incredible.

This was one of those races I would love to do again, the pain was worth it.  The team atmosphere was incredible, I think arriving together really helped.  I am just sad that I am missing the next one.  I finished on a huge buzz and simply loved feeling part of a team. 
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I saw the medal for the South Huddersfield Trail and Road series and knew it was one I wanted in my collection.  An interlocking medal which makes a Yorkshire rose.  This was one I had to have, so I signed up for the series.  Five races, the first was Windmill 6.  

It was incredibly windy, but then I guess what do you expect if they had built windmills there.  The rain was relentless, cold and accompanied with the wind made for an interesting race.  I took this photo just before the race started.  All runners huddled together behind some bales in an attempt to keep warm and out the wind, nothing worked and in some ways we were incredibly grateful for the race to start in an attempt to get warm.


The weather never eased and I seemed to spend the entire race running on an angle.  The first part of the race I found really tough.  I was drenched to the bone, freezing cold and could not run upright.  A water station at the half way mark gave me a boost, I knew I was almost there.  

The run past the windmills was amazing, the whoosh noise they make as they go round made for a pleasant change from the noise of wind and rain.  The course had several ups, but at the point it began to hurt the hill came flat or went down hill.  There also seemed to be the right amount to aid recovery before the next hill started again.

The last mile was a real killer.  It was one of those where you can see the finish line and then it disappears, and doesn't reappear until it is right in front of you.  It made it difficult to judge just how far was left.

Despite the weather this would be a course I would love to do again.  I can imagine on a warmer day that the views are breath taking.  A road race with ever changing scenery, just enough hills to challenge without causing too much pain.  One certainly to come back to, and now I know the route I feel it will be a much better run.
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Today has been a pretty horrible day, as a parent I experienced a moment I never want to face again.  An instant that afterwards had me so angry I am trying to find a way to make things right.  My daughter almost got hit by a car.  

We were walking home from school, the pavements on our way home are narrow.  As an idea you can just about fit a single pushchair on them but with no room for error.  We stood to cross the road, a large gust of wind came and my daughter lost balance.  She stepped into the road.  I saw the streak of blue zooming down the road.  Without hesitation I lept into the road grabbed her coat and threw her onto the pavement.  I was still in the road as the car went past.  It swerved just missing me, I felt the gush of wind go past my back

My daughter in tears, shaking and staring at me.  She said I hurt her back when I pushed her off the road, then the penny dropped and she cried even more.  ‘I could have got squished Mummy’ she cried.  She realised I had got her back to safety, she realised I was still in the road when the car went past,  She knew, she cried.  I cried.  We stood in the wind crying and holding each other.  

I hate that road.  I have done since the girls started school.  Witnessed several crashes, witnessed several near misses and experienced far too many near misses myself.  I have seen buses and cars mount pavements as they cannot control their speed to avoid a collision.  The road is a 30mph.  I can bet that most cars do at least 40 if not more.  Why the council won’t do something is beyond me, in fact I know why they are waiting for that fatal car crash.  That one time it is not a near miss.  That one child that isn't pushed out of the way in time.

I am refusing to let that be my child.  Refusing to let that be a friend of ours and refusing to let that be any child.  I cannot let it get that far.  I cannot sit here and do nothing, not after today.  Not after witnessing all those near misses.  I need to make today count, before it is too late.


Today has left me fighting stronger

This day I love Fighting stronger
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We last visited Cornwall when my eldest was 10 months old. We were keen to come back with both girls and very excited to be visiting Coombe Mill. Fiona was one of the first people I began talking to on twitter when I started blogging and so for almost a year I feel like I have got to know both Coombe Mill and her family.

I like the drive into Cornwall, first the Motorway disappears, then the dual carriageways, and finally the road sides get higher and the road becomes narrow until it really is single track. As we drove in my eldest daughter said ' why are you taking the car into that gap Daddy?' To which we replied this is the road not a gap. My eldest looked at us confused and said ' no Daddy, it's a gap not a road', can't really argue with toddler logic.

Roads in Cornwall

We arrived in Coombe Mill after a 7 hour car journey. The girls very eager to get out and stretch their legs, and lucky for us just in time for the train ride.

Coombe Mill train

The girls were a little unsure as I think they thought I might leave, but afterwards they kept asking to get back on the train. We will return to the train later in the week. The girls however soon made themselves at home on the playground and it was great to see them play together and get some exercise especially after such a long journey.

playing

The girls couldn't quite believe their luck the next morning. We stepped outside and got on a tractor to help Farmer Nick with the feed run. I think the girls were in awe. They held a 3 week old chicken, before helping to find the eggs the ducks and hens had laid that night. My eldest found 5, although she does need to work on the gentle place in the bucket. In her mind this interprets as throw it in the bucket as if its a nuclear device about to explode. We shall work on this as the week progresses.

on an egg hunt

They both got a little scared when the piglet started squealing, it is a rather disturbing noise. It was lovely to see the runt doing very well after reading the post on the Coombe Mill blog. The girls loved looking at all the other animals, and I was so proud of them both when they decided to touch one of the goats after initially been scared of them.

Our final stop was to let out the rabbits. I think it was at this point I lost my youngest as she proceed to chase the rabbits round. My eldest loved them too, deciding that the brown and white one was her rabbit, and as such no other child is allowed near it. It was getting to lunch/snack time for the girls so we headed back to eat our eggs we found earlier.

Stroking a rabbit

I asked the girls what they wanted to do, with which my eldest shouted 'rabbits' so off we went. The girls spent a good hour just playing with the rabbits, before we headed out for the afternoon. Sure enough when we returned they wanted to go and see the rabbits again. I have a slight feeling they are going to be asking for rabbits at home.

Favourite rabbit

This day I love rabbits and that gap.

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My name is Leyla, also known as Mum to my 3 humans and dog Mum to J. I have a passion for the outdoors and love to run. I can often be found off road exploring the trails and fells and covering distances all the way up to 50 miles. As a family we love travelling and discovering new adventures, as I try and run around the world!

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