I was out by 50%. After three hours, one primal howl of despair, a blistered finger, and a minor safety hazard, Miss A can use the table and chairs that were sent to her in November.
Pity my poor middle finger. Grabbing things is hard!
It wasn't a great week for exercise. I went to bootcamp on Monday and had a great time. The rest of the week was downhill from there, so I was determined to go for a run today.
By a combination of accident and design, I took a completely different route this week. I spaced out and ran past the turn I'd normally take, and ended up on the route that takes me round the back of Fidelity. This route is much flatter than last week's on both a macro (hills) and micro (churned up earth) scale. I thought it would be a lot better but I forgot about the stiles.
A stile in the style of the ones I went over today. Ha - do you see what I did there?
For about half a mile, you are crossing fields where there is a stile every tenth of a mile. On the way out, they were just a little annoying - breaking up my running flow since I had to stop and climb over. On the way back, they started to seem like a medieval torture device since I had to stop running, get my legs up AND over, then start running again. Cruel, man.
This week's distance was 1 1/2 miles, and I did it in 20:06, which is two whole seconds per mile faster than last week. And that's with all the stile stops, so I can reassure myself that I could, in fact, outrun molasses.
I may try this route again next week when I am going far enough to turn it into a circular one, thus avoiding the stiles on the way home. Longer term, though, it looks like I'm just going to have to get better at running across little bumps and furrows so that I can run through the fields.
Like a train in the night...
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