Day 29: nightmare 4km run. I did NOT want to run today ... at all. The first time I’ve felt like that all month.
The first mistake was leaving my running headband my daughter gave me for Christmas behind - the wind had got up by this afternoon and was blowing my hair across my face. The second mistake was to be too lazy to go back and get it. Windswept doesn’t begin to describe me now!
So, a heavy legged slog along the road towards Churchill village, feeling as if I could hardly lift my feet let alone run.
Then I noticed a signpost with an arrow pointing across a field. I love exploring new footpaths. That was my third mistake. I suppose the fact there was a gate across the footpath and no destination on it should have given me a clue - but, no, I blithely heaved myself over the wibbly wobbly gate and set off purposefully down the edge of the field, following the very rutted path. And came to a sign warning about defensive cattle with calves. I could smell cattle but there was no sign of them in the vast field ahead of me, so I decided to risk it and made my way through the gate and began to traverse what turned out to be a very tussocky, pitted, furrowed field round which I was forced to run slower than I can walk for fear of twisting my ankle or breaking my leg in a crevasse.
I navigated quite a bit of the field, watching out for killer cows, and realised the only way out was the way I’d come in, so back I was forced to go, through the rutty field, then back uphill along what I belatedly realised was a footpath no more. The final straw was noticing that the wibbly wobbly gate I’d so laboriously climbed over 15 minutes before had a fastening i was able to open and close to get through.
Talking Heads summed it up pretty well: