Day nine: move along folks, there’s nothing to see here. I fell off the Athon wagon yesterday; the weather was rubbish, the skies were grey and heavy, and the rain fell, heavy and steady. It was not a day to take a small boy outside. I had planned to do a bit of yoga or something in the evening, but the small boy was a hungry boy and could not be persuaded to go to bed until gone midnight and by that time I was knackered.
Day ten: Today we went for a walk with gran – 50 minutes, 2.3 miles (I have shaken Miles – my Garmin – out of retirement) up and down the lanes, with a short sharp hill in the middle, and then back along the canal towpath…
…said hello to some horses…
…and watched a murder of crows swoop and gather in the trees.
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You are lucky to have well paved country walks.xx
I’m impressed that you still posted today. Once I’ve fallen off the waggon, I rarely run to catch up with it. I walk home and await the next waggon, which is usually six months away.