After a tiring 8k last weekend I planned a route for this morning up the river one way and back along the canal - easy, impossible to get lost and meant I could consolidate 8k or go for 9k depending on how I was feeling.
From the outset nothing seemed very right about this run. The morning was drizzly; the car park I planned to park i was closed; the music I wanted to listen to kept glitching for the first 0.5k so I had to switch to the radio; along a narrow stretch of riverside path there was a heron (which was amazing) but was held up by a woman taking photos with arms outstretched so no one could get by; and then at about 2k the path was barred by a load of bullocks!
Now I have a thing about cows - probably irrational but they terrify me and whenever I encounter them I have to rely on the person I'm with to convince me it's ok. There was no one else around. I tried the gate hoping they'd scatter but no they all came closer and STARED AT ME! - the only thing to do (now in my own mad cow state!) was to turn around and find an alternative route.
I spent the middle section of the run then going in roughly the right geographical direction but being on the wrong side of a railway line.
I did eventually pick up the canal and finished the run as intended but having passed the 9k mark a while back thought what the hell and kept going to 10k.
A weird old run - but feeling very accomplished now ๐
Happy running everyone!