My mission for today- should I have chosen to accept it-was to enjoy a relaxing, first post-grad run with a particular emphasis on keeping my heart rate at a lower rate than of late. 'I know', said I in a flash of inspiration, 'Instead of turning round at half way I'll bimble on down the footpath along the edge of the Moss...it will be nice'. It was indeed nice...for Water Buffalo.
Storm Dylan, on his recent sashay across the country, had dumped a big tree across the path: I tried to vault it, failed miserably and landed on my bum in the branches the other side. That stung: I don't think the tree felt it. Any spare breath was knocked out of me. I almost fell over the stile taking me back on to terra firma, totally cream-crackered and with squelchy feet. It had been like something out of that last episode of Blackadder: up over the stile and running through knee deep mud and water. The heart rate plan was, literally, a wash out as it was hammering away somewhere up around the rhythm of that machine gun at the end of that Blackadder episode.
But it was plain sailing on proper roads after that. It was going to be easy...I thought...until my second realisation that it is actually a steady uphill gradient all the way back home: it had slipped my mind that wet, boggy morasses tend to be at the bottom of things. I think I will remember every step of that last half kilometre as I looked longingly for a big wide vehicle that might force me to take refuge-and a breather-but it never came.
Anyway, 5.3 km done. Not quick though at an average of 7.45 mins/km ...the section through the morass being much, much slower than that ( aren't averages wonderful?)
I've got a bruised bum, torn clothes, wet shoes but am nonetheless happy. I am just looking forward to the Spring.
( the picture is not of today, but of my dogs in the same spot last year when they were pups: you would think I would have expected it to be a tad damp wouldn't you? I really am as dull as a Poundland torch.
Top tip: never follow me anywhere.)