I have been running with the club for over a year now, during that time I have covered varying terrain with them. There has been fields with cows, fields with sheep, fields with horses. Underfoot it has been boggy, rocky, tufty, gloopy, marshy. There has been woods with pine needles underfoot, there has been beach runs with stones underfoot, there has been roads with pot holes to dodge. We have run through farms, farmyards, private gardens, streams. There has been stepping stones, bridges, rickety bridges, bridges that move oh and every single kind of stile you can imagine, broken ones, tall ones, narrow ones, steep ones, shallow ones. Then there has been the vegetation, we have waded through nettles, been pulled at by brambles, had long grass slice our legs but last night we had a first.
Last night we went through a field of maize (please notice I don’t use the word ‘run’), it might have been okay if we were going round the edge of the field, but no as luck would have it the path was going right though the middle! The corn on the cob at this time of the year is over 6 foot high. As we snaked through the field I was terrified I would loose sight of the person in front of me, fearing I would and could be stuck in there for days! It was hard work negotiating our way between the stalks, the corn was not quite ready otherwise I might have been tempted to sneak a couple for dinner.