The day started off a bit mad.
Today the cat work me at 1.30 am, I dutifully got up to let him out as obviously his wish is my command, I snuggled back under the duvet and was just beginning to drift off when a cat fight ensued right under our window. Lots of low growls and high ones. I laid there hoping they would stop, then I started thinking of the possible vet bill that could follow. As this was happening right by the rabbit cage I realised the bill could be twofold, so I stumbled back down the stairs and retrieved Oscar from the clutches of a very big cat, poor baby. The upshot of this was that I did not wake till 7.45 am.
The rain had stopped, the wind also. The sky was clear, Parkrun was looking possible. Madam was given the choice but chose to opt out due to the possible quagmire that could be there. (It rained most of the night). I needed to leave the house at 8:15 but then horror I remembered I needed petrol. This living in the country lark has its drawbacks you know and lack of petrol stations is one of them. I flew out of the house at 8:05, tore down the A30, got petrol and raced to Killerton Hall.
Phew made it.
Back on 5 January I did this parkrun (here) and I mentioned mud a few times. Well double it for this time.
Within seconds of starting a girl fell over, others of us struggled to keep upright putting our hands out for balance and to help others, at one point I felt someones arm around my waist, I think he was stopping me from sliding, if I had not been wearing lycra I would have assumed I had pulled, but this definitely could not be the case in running capris! It turns out madam made a smart decision, it was horrendous, impossible to get traction. When it came to the puddles I ploughed through them child like in my rebellion, avoiding them was pointless. Water was cold. Squelching occurred. Injuries happened, both to me and my attire.
Nice day all round-topped off by hearing from parkrun that I ran almost a minute faster than last time, with the conditions worse I am pleased with that.