First run since Christmas Eve and the first few minutes felt like I was back on Week 1 again ...but with a particularly large turkey strapped to my belly. I thought I had been quite restrained in my eating and drinking and was surprised that my stomach felt like the recycling bin before the men took it. It did improve though and the bitterly cold wind soon took my mind off it.
I saw the elusive 'special bird' at one point which really put a spring in my step- clearly visible on my new Garmin trace. Actually, speaking of which, the run did have a dodgy start: all that technology is brilliant but somewhat limited when I didn't take my glasses and spent some time blindly stabbing at blurred buttons trying to get it to fire up.
Anyway, I was soon feeling back to normal- controlled desperation-and was ticking along along nicely with only two minutes of the 28 to go when I was pounced upon by a sheepdog pup that came streaking across the field, having thought me more interesting than his lesson. He definitely felt I was his long -lost and best ever friend, or something similar, and I was licked and slobbered on to within an inch of my life. So, a short delay ensued while he was recovered by his owner which left me adding a couple of minutes on to compensate.
So, back in the saddle after the break and with a new best mate in the sheepdog world;
Just need to practice operating my Garmin in the dark now to simulate using it sans glasses.
Five to go.