Life turns on a dime.
Since my aborted run some weeks ago with BGG, I have had in mind to explore a little bit of the Downs as yet unknown to me. We skirted the edges of it when cutting the aforementioned run short.
I checked it out on Google Maps and set off. The first bit was on a well-trodden route but then I needed to find a new path (to me… and it turns out, probably a new path to most) through some woods which should in theory, bring me out near to Blackcap. I found the path, eventually. But it was a little overgrown and quite prickly.
The path, when I eventually fought my way through nettles and brambles double the size of me, did bring me out quite close to Blackcap… so whilst I was there, I thought I might as well sprint up it. So I did. And then down again.
To mix it up, I ran home the way I usually run up to Blackcap… sort off… heading along the race course track into the field behind Sweder’s and back down behind the prison. Ok, I don’t usually run up this way… but I was in the mood for adventure this evening.
At 6 miles I slammed on the anchors and walked down the hill back home – in an attempt to look after my body a little better and cool off. And look what was waiting for me on the doorstep!
Tonight I went out to explore and have fun. I did.
My life, I realise suddenly, is July
