If I had waited any longer for a headache, earache, sore throat, dizzy, runny nose free day I would be running with a zimmer frame. So it was in long legs, long sleeves and hat and gloves I set out along my faithful and friendly lanes. April Fools Day and this fool is still having dreams of taking part in the Taunton half marathon, not this year and before I'm 50 which leaves me with next April. Come on Burgess, you can do it.
Each intake of icy April air chilled my lungs, no spring sunshine to warm my bones, feathers and fur hiding in nests and burrows. Only R.E.M. to cheer me. Drumbeats matching the pounding in my skull. Half way nose wipe. Feels like a good pace, the stats will tell. To think I was going to stop recording the details, you must be joking, every step to be counted and recorded and pondered upon.
No fair, half way up the hill and I came face to face with the milk tanker beast. This lane aint big enough for the both of us. Can't squeeze by, can't get in the hedge, no reverse gear selected, down I retreat, all the way, right back to the bottom. Cheery wave of thanks, deep breath taken, plod on, plod, on, plod on, to the summit and back to the flat.
Easter Monday lawns being mowed, cars being vacuumed, horses ridden, pub stirring, new union flag flying, a runner, a runner, a runner, quick fall into step behind, last leg, keep going. Too quick for me, keep him in sight at least, not a chance! My home, my lovely home.
It's good to be back x
Well done my darling.
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