There is one thing that has stopped me running many times. Not injury (luckily!). Not a stitch. Not even just laziness.
No. What I’m talking about gets a blog post of its own.
That’s right, this thing I’m talking about is big. Literally.
Cows. You may laugh, but I have an issue with cows. And
particularly the ones that are found at the beginning of my run. The ones that
terrorise the pathway through Port
Meadow leading to the Canal.
You would think that as I’m running I can just sail on by,
power through and it’s over in 2 minutes. No.
Here is a picture of why we should all be afraid of cows (Yes, really):
Check out those horns-blimey.
To be fair I am better than I used to be, but I still think
that if given the chance, if cows decided that eating grass wasn’t all
it’s been cracked up to be and became carnivores, I don't stand a chance.
I’m short, I’m pretty weak by comparison, and one fatal turn in my direction
would send me flying. Just saying, I’m first to go if it happens, I said it
here first.
Anyway, back to the point, I went on 2 runs this week, both
about 5-6 miles long through Jericho, Port Meadow, along the Canal up to
Christchurch, round Christchurch Meadows and wound my way back to Worcester.
AND managed to time both runs so that I did not meet any cows and have to turn
around and take a different route #BOOM*
So running is going well, I've got another one planned for Saturday
and then upping the mileage to 7 miles next week. Let’s hope this lucky streak
of meeting no cows continues!
*I realise (Alex) #s are only for Twitter, haters gonna hate.
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