21st March The day I chickened out
Some things just aren't meant to be. Today was one of those days. If things had gone to plan I should have been running the Chicken Run, a 10 or 14km trail run over in Hayfield, one that I have run and 'enjoyed' before. But I'm not. Instead I am still at TOM's just as the B of the bang would have been sounding in Hayfield.
A few niggles, the thought of driving alost 50 miles to run a mere 6 miles, the hour there and back plus 90 mins to complete the run, a dismal weather forcast and just a general sense of 'couldn't be arsed' meant that by the time I got up and dressed, my enthusiasm had got up and gone.
Hey ho it's one those things and as it didn't cost a fortune to enter I don't really feel I have lost out on a great deal. Instead I had a little 4 mile jolly from TOM's along a familiar route literally on his doorstep. And on the way back managed to pick up what appeared to be a large plastic storage box left disgarded by the side of the path.
Not that trying to run with it in my hand / arms helped either my time or my style but I like to look at it as a litte bit of reverse fly tipping and so thats a win in my book.

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