Juneathon day seven: moo

It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes I amaze myself by getting out of bed. Alright so I get up most, if not all mornings (I’m suddenly reminded of a spectacularly bad bank holiday hangover last year), but even though I’m quite a morning person, the lure of the snooze button is great. However, some days I wake up before the alarm goes off, practically spring out of bed and just crack on with my run or whatever I’m supposed to be doing. This morning was one of those mornings – it saw me out of the door by 5.45 and rewarded by some of the best running that I’ve enjoyed recently.

My plan was an out and back run/walk for 30 minutes. When I take photos on out and backs, I usually try to take my photos on the way back so I get a bit of consistency in my running rather than being all stop-start when I set off. Today I regretted that decision a little. The calves that I’d spotted on the way out had conspired and decided to move from the middle of the wide open field and had huddled next to the hedge instead. A bit of clambering later and I managed to get one reasonable photo (and only some minor nettle stings on my shin).

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I reached the half hour mark just before home and felt ok in my legs, chest and belly so I carried on and rounded up to three miles.

Oh, and I’m not really one for bump shots but, just as I do a double take every time I pass my reflection, my shadow took me a little by surprise this morning.

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