I began to walk up the farm track towards the main road but quickly came to a standstill when I spied a large blurry shape at the far end of the track. I don't wear my glasses when I run - I can see without them, just not all that well - and I feared that the large blur was in fact one of the fierce hunting dogs that routinely escapes from the Big House to run rampant across the countryside. I braced myself for it to fling itself on me and rip out my jugular...but then I realised that it was a deer having a forage, and felt more than a bit foolish (and very relieved).
I saw some wildlife towards the end of the run too. I surprised a buzzard having breakfast by the old church; it gave me an annoyed look and flew away, a small rodent of some kind clutched in its talons. It was very close to me, which is why I was able to see it. I also saw Early Morning Walking Man, who seems to always take his constitutional at that time of day, and who always says to me, 'You'd better hurry, you'll miss the bus!' I've run out of witty things to say in return.
A milestone in my recovery was reached today when I ran my first complete mile since The Injury. It was planned, I hasten to add. I comfortably managed 9 minutes running/2 minutes walking over 2.5 miles on Monday, so this was the next logical progression. I still was sensible though; I ran the first mile in 12 minutes, then walked for a minute, then did two sets of 10 minutes running/1 minute walking. I felt like I could have easily run the whole 3 miles, but better to go too slowly and feel like I could have done more than to go too quickly and embarrass myself by having to phone Adam for an emergency appointment.
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