Apologies for the Churchillian quotation, but that was a bit of a battle. I had planned to do my graduation run on Friday as I've done three toughish (for me) runs in 6 days, but, circumstances and commitments dictated I had to go today.
And now it is done! Huzzah!
But what a pantomime! I decided to run along the track and bridleway down to the woods as the fields, canal tow paths and the Moss are sodden and flooded in places. It is basically a wet hole here and we are surrounded by rare wetlands and bogs, canals and lakes: it is an incredibly beautiful and rare environment but often very, very wet.
I didn't count on my mate, a local farmer, deciding to harvest fodder beet today. I had to negotiate huge wheel ruts, beet scattered everywhere, mud everywhere and tractors and trailers blocking the path and forcing me to run out into the field or find myself harvested and fed to cattle.
My plan to cruise along in a euphoric state, powered by The Pogues blasting my lugholes, didn't quite work out.
It was the hardest run by far out of all 27. But, never mind, it is done. I now look forward to consolidating for a few weeks before moving on. As I've said before, I only started this because I was forced to stop my principal sport, swimming, due to serious shoulder injuries: my wife Karen was doing C25K and I simply grew curious. To be honest, I doubted whether I would ever drag my 98Kg agricultural carcase along for 30 minutes without stopping, but, this programme really works. I never really ran more than the length of a rugby pitch -and only then if I couldn't find one of those sickeningly fast backs to pass to-and in my farming life I had teams of sheepdogs to run around for me. Nope, I never saw myself as a runner. But, by some strange sorcery, I appear to have become one.
Anyway, special thanks to all those who have given support and advice: this is a great forum.