Folks, I don’t mean to be melodramatic (who am I kidding, of course I’m being melodramatic), BUT they are closing my running route and I don’t think I can cope. So as you know I haven’t been out exercising in a while. Well on Thursday I decided to break that bad streak and get my butt out the door for a run, YAY. Normally once I reach the river bank I turn west, run up to the bridge, across a couple of fields and then the last leg is down the main road. It’s the perfect route. The majority is off-road and asides from judgemental farm animals I don’t really encounter anyone, which is great because I’m still very self-conscious when running (it’s the boobs, as always the bane of my life). And as I mentioned in the last post, I am so blessed because its such a pretty route, the views are just lovely. However the council are closing the route to do “important” flood bank maintenance, whatever, personally I think preserving my running route is more important but apparently I’m alone in this view. I tell you all this because it means that a) the mature responsible adult I am is throwing a tantrum over it b) I decided to scope out a different run route on Thursday.
And on that note: