Just now my morning run is a delight. I'm not saying that I have suddenly achieved the dizzy heights of actually enjoying the run itself or finding that elusive 'buzz' that runners talk about, no, my run is delightful in its sights and smells and sounds of the countryside.
Everything looks perfect.
The colours just zing and I find myself constantly stopping to snap photos and just to appreciate the views.
Unfortunately yesterday I had something on my mind. A car was coming along the lane so I leaped in gazelle like style (!!) into the hedge. Jumped back out again and carried on with my run. It was only when l reached the dairy farm that I realised there was something on my foot.
Eugh~! a hedgehog. Dead of course I hasten to add. Anyway I was fairly leaping about outside the farm waving my foot about and fell over into the ditch. Kind farmer was of course in the yard and came to my rescue. Couldn't get up fast enough and a desperate hopping about occurred as l tried in vain to scrape Mrs Tiggywinkle from my trainer. Unfortunately, because I had been running on the poor creature it was well and truly stuck to my footwear, it was a Victor Meldrew moment. We ended up having to remove offending trainer and scratch it about on gate to get rid of firmly attached wildlife.
Farmer said I had made his day with my antics in the lane, so glad to have cheered him up. Scuttled home keeping well away from the hedge in case any other wildlife decided to throw itself at me. Had visions of staggering home under the weight of dead deer, stoats, squirrels and of course hedgehogs.
Trainers in the wash.