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).


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.


Juneathon Day 5 – Why there yellow cow?

Back to the straightforward moving in a straight line, one foot in front of the other this morning. Despite the satisfyingly achey abs and arms today, I don’t thing that I’ll ever master the technicalities of the grapevine or other such fancy dan moves (I’m somewhat relieved to see that these instructions say that it can be mastered in a few sessions – I had a matter of minutes). Still, I’ve amused people with the mental image of me grinning and flailing.

Did a nice 3 miles this morning. Apart from running towards the motorway, it was splendidly rural and I enjoyed running between fields. I do love the fact that no matter where I run in the village, even on the main road, there’s trees and fields to see.

One of the fields contained three horses and a lovely yellow cow, which made me wonder what the cow had done to warrant being in a field of horses and whether it found this confusing in any way. I was slightly worried that she was a cow outcast, but settled on thinking that she has a wide social network that comes from a wide range of backgrounds. The cow didn’t seem particularly perturbed by it, so that’s alright then.

Running tomorrow with my friend the bully. I might even make a note of the planned route this time