Five and a half pounds lost this week, and five and half miles run this morning, my longest since the 9 miler that crippled me 5 weeks ago. The last couple of miles weren’t easy, and I even had a walk break at one point, but I made it through.
It was good to have a change of scene too. A sunny Saturday morning run along the canal is a real pleasure. Not much in the way of wildlife to report, though this includes flies and grizzly bears, so not a bad thing really. Perhaps word has got round about what I did to that rabbit last night.
I was coming off the M4 at about 70 mph, and there it was, sitting in the middle of the road – the mythical rabbit caught in the glare of your headlights. Except it wasn’t mythical. I know this because I can still feel, and hear, the crunch of its bones as my right front tyre went over it. It must have made a last-second dash for salvation. Bad move.
