I am also lucky because usually, on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays I have lovely people to run with.
Although, sometimes, life/children/work/husbands conspire against the best hoped for running plans and tonight was one of those nights. If I wanted to go running, I would have to brave the rustling bushes and the wobbling shadows and go headtorching by myself.
In such circumstances it is easy to just collapse on the sofa and not bother, but I managed to fight the urge to lie down and got out in the dark, with hope on my head.
It was a lovely mild night and I really enjoyed being blown along, under the stars. It was a bit spooky and quiet without the usual chat and hilarity, but I kept my cool and didn't panic too much.
At one farm, at the top of hill, a scary dog, unusually, came bounding out. Fortunately it didn't spot my torch and ran in the opposite direction. As I ran down the fields, I imagined if it had bitten me, and how I would struggle to sound sane and rational when reporting it to the dog warden,
How I would be mis-understood, when I tried to explain......why I was in the centre of a field, at the top of a hill, in the middleish of no where, by myself, wearing not that many layers, with a weird torch on my head.
That's the trouble with running by yourself, in the dark. You think too much.
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