I set off with the intention of mapping my usual run with Strava to see how inaccurate the data I've been using from Fatbitch has been, but then to turn round and run back, thereby doubling my usual run, which I was hoping would be about 10k.
These things happened:
1. I got an itch on my back and couldn't reach it, so had to stop and find a stick to poke down my t-shirt.
2. A fly flew in my ear and in trying to get it out, I pushed it further in and could hear it buzzing in my head for ages until I managed to extricate it.
3. Plodded past the stench of muck spreading, still pungent three days after it leaked onto the path from the neighbouring field.
4. Nearly got mown down by 2 stupid boys on a motorbike, doing about 40mph on a cycle path, nearly hitting the dog.
5. Had to stop to warn another dog walker about the motorbike, during which conversation I was passed by another man.
6. Carried on running, passed the other man, who called out to me that it wasn't right to have motorbikes on the path. I agreed. No PC way to say this, but he wasn't the full ticket. Dirty, skinny, gaunt unkempt, speech impediment, no teeth. I kept running.
7. Heard footsteps running behind me and it was this second man, who had run to catch me up. He then carried on running RIGHT behind me and this happened:
Me (running): Alright?
Him:Yeah. You alright?
Me: Fine, but I'm trying to run and you're putting me off.
Him: You're very beautiful.
Me: Thanks.
Him: Yes, I think you're very attractive.
Me: Good, but I'm trying to run, so can you go away please?
Him: I think you're really sexy.
Me: Could you please leave me alone?
Him: Do you think I'm attractive? I think you're lovely.
Me: I'm running. I don't want to talk to you. Please go away.
I then stopped running and he (fortunately) carried on walking. All through this exchange he'd been right behind me, almost clipping my heels and I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. Quite shaken, I rang my husband to tell him where I was, in view of what looked like my imminent missing person status. He told me to turn round straight away and run back the way I'd come (away from the man). So I did, although I was gutted not to have got to the end of my usual run before turning back.
But then I ran ALL the way back!! Very jittery (dog knocked a can on the path behind me and it made me jump about 4 ft in the air) and very slow, as I had to stop and grab the dog out of the way of about 8 cyclists and the boys on the motorbike came past again, so I had to stop and shout "wankers!!" at them very loudly. Oh, then the dog went bonkers at a black guy, so I had to stop to show her that he was absolutely fine and explain that if she wanted to look aggressive, I'd much rather she did it to sexual predators than black people ... BUT I ran 8.2k - the furthest I've ever run in my life !!!! It could have been 10k if not for all the unpleasant events, and it could definitely have been quicker, but I bloody did it!
Oh, incidentally Strava says 8.24k. Fatbitch? She says 5.4k. Lying bitch.
Bad run...or intervals? 
Been told off for running where the dog walkers go!!!
Really great run!
If I had started C25k in warm weather like this . . .
Week 1 (+ a bit), run 5
