Last week I met with our trainer, Mike, for a rapid-fire coaching session. I learned a lot, and was inspired to take my run further. I came out ready to leap completely into the world of outdoor running.
I'm blessed to live near beaches, farmland, and hills - and on Sunday I decided to go the hillbilly route and enjoy a run through the farms.
Sometimes I wonder if I was dropped on my head as a child.
Sunday was a beautiful sunshiney day. And what do you think a farmer might do on a beautiful sunshiney day in early June? Does he hide inside his big farm house, or tend to the cows and chickens? Does he re-thread his fiddle or re-shoe the horses?
Noooo, the farmer is on his tractor, spreading potent manure all over his fields. And I, like the town nitwit, am running next to his farm. I don't think it was the worst possible circumstances for a run. I wasn't escaping mosquitoes or dodging traffic. There was no rain, sleet, or snow to contend with. I wasn't being chased by a renegade Rottweiler.
But still. It stunk. And that stinks.
I managed to log 16km on Sunday. Not quite the 18 or 20 I was hoping for, but not bad considering Farmer Joe was out flexing his manure muscles.
Here's to another farm-fresh run... and a few more miles on my training log.
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