This is rather pointless because no matter what pace I try and run at, at the end of the marathon I will be utterly on my knees like a man lost in the desert. But, we'll give it a go.
Anyway, after making friends with a tabby cat at the town farm, I managed to get myself in a right old state on Clay Lane. Keeping my feet low in the name of running economically - ha! - I tripped over a tree stump, and fell.
I didn't fall at once of course. I did about 10 yards in a desperate forward lunge, trying to regain my balance, trying to regain my feet. I failed. I went full length down on the muddy track, in full view of a dog walker who was extremely good at suppressing her laughter as I ran past her pretending nothing had happened shortly afterwards.
Still it was a nice afternoon, and there were some lovely skies to take in. The bath I had when I got in was extremely hot and luxurious, and the water didn't get too dirty.
All text and images Copyright CreamCrackeredNature 22.10.15
|Quicker than a ray of light...|
|Um yeah, I fell|
|Beacon Hill Park|
|The castle bandstand|