This morning I drove to my local town to run along the tow path. Having warmed up from the car park to the river, I began my run hoping to get to the bridge that went over the river, by the weir, and then back to the tow path. I got that far and, as I ran across this footbridge, the water coming over the weir was in full flow, and it actually sounded like applause, the constant type you hear at perhaps the Royal Albert Hall. It made me smile, because I decided it was applauding my effort at my run this morning. (Dream on!) So, I passed some walkers with their pooches, of varying sizes, most of them returned my "good mornings" though not all. Having run across the bridge, I rejoined the tow path, met a few more dog walkers, and amazingly went further than I was anticipating before Laura said I had gone half way. On my return, a man was walking along in wellies who, as I ran towards him, began beating his chest. I'm not really sure what that was about, but it was quite entertaining. Probably trying to keep warm, it was a bit chilly this morning after all. The tow path was very muddy, and at times really slippery, so I worked out that it was safer to run on the leaves and the grass, than to skid about in the mud. I ran back over the weir to the sound of more applause π along the path by the river, and through the town. Arriving back at the car to change my footwear, I glanced down at my feet - oh, π± but my lovely new shoes, which are only a week old today, look really rather muddy π
I can't believe it! At last, I have a photo the right way up. If at first you don't succeed . . . Happy running everyone! ππΌββοΈππ»π