. . . I am not 100% sure I would have completed!
Just back from a 6 mile run. I had a few enforced stops/slow downs (dog issues, toilet issues, lonely lady dog walker desperate to chat issues) but also one where I just had to stop running and walk and have a proper drink to recover.
I tried finding a shady route but it was exposed in parts, and also sheltered so no breeze!
My legs were tired before I started (note to self - take it easier on a Saturday if your long run is Sunday morning - yesterday I walked around 6 miles and gardened for most of the evening!).
I made the mistake of running up the canal path from the car about 1.75 miles, got to a dead end so turned back - and when I saw the car I just wanted to get in and drive home! It really took a lot to make myself run on!
Shortly after, I surprised myself by putting on the fastest sprint I have ever done in my life but only because my dog, (who had been plodding along behind me with his tongue hanging out, stopping every so often to take a drink from the canal) suddenly sprinted ahead - that means only one thing! Sheep alert! A field that i have run/walked past at least 40 times recently today had sheep in it! I only just managed to grab him before he went under a gap in the fence, so he had to go back on the lead for a bit.
The adrenaline nearly made me sick! But I made myself calm down and carry on and ran back (past the flippin car again!), pausing only cos my path was blocked by the lonely dog walking 76 year old lady, bless her (I was very grateful for an excuse to take a breather by then!).
On my final stretch, back towards the car again, I met a lovely young lady runner (30 years younger, about 8 ins taller, at least 2 stone lighter than me - bitch !) also dressed in black vest capri pants and cap (but looking stunning and not even pink in the face) who was going in the opposite direction.
I didn't think anything of that, was praying my legs would hold out, I was just counting down the yards till I could stop, when I realised my dog was no where to be seen. Definitely no sheep around, so wondered what had happened. I had to turn back AGAIN! Bit concerned - what if he had fallen in the canal and not been able to get out, what if he had dropped due to heatstroke? Then I realised what had happened. The dozy dog had followed the other lady runner the wrong way up the path!
So in my dogs eyes I am tall, slim and haven't got a face the colour of beetroot either!