I don't know about panthering ju-ju-, this was more like wart hogging. I was out for about 45 minutes, and part of that was where I was forced to walk because the mud was literally ankle deep and perilously slippery. My breathing still isn't right either, really congested chest and I was panting even downhill.
But it was a lovely run for all that. Snowdrops out, rooks flocking, a red kite over the treetops. When I got back on the road, I was passed by a grey haired, bearded runner who looked to be in his sixties. He was coming the other way and raised his hand in greeting as he passed. then a tree surgeon engaged me in conversation, saying how sorry he was to have had to cut down the trees you can see burning in the bottom left pic. Apparently they were dying of old age and rotten at the base, so dangerous as very near the road. They are going to plant oaks to replace them.
So a beautiful day, sunny and breezy with a hint of spring in the air.
I shall be making a doctor's appointment tomorrow to look into my breathing as it's getting me down. Even the inhaler isn't helping much and my chest is wheezy and rattly. I was fine last week: this week I'm running with difficulty and it makes me feel robbed and disempowered.
I'm very glad i went though. I can see so much opening out in the near future.