Firstly, Claire wanted me to note that she is unhappy with
this choice of picture for today! I apologise that it’s a bit pants…it was very
dark, raining and I had no way to do a longer exposure pic.
I took it to mark Claire’s first foray into night-running.
We decided to go out into the trails near-ish our flat together so that Claire
could get a sense of whether she likes it without having to go on a mass-run, but
also to try out a route I am devising. Next Friday, I will be setting (‘haring’)
my first run, and I want to practice it to death to make sure I don’t get it
wrong.
Success! The trail worked, and Claire took to the light and
tricky footing conditions really well. It was strangely relaxing, as we saw only
3 other people for an hour plus.
For company – aside from unseen beasties rustling just off
trail – we had rather cute little frogs. They were the size of a £2 coin, and
appeared for a flash in the lamplight before hopping out of our way.
Claire went off our reptilian chums when, on a downhill
section, we started seeing their large-apple-sized cousins. Not only was their
jumping more alarming, but in the poor light Claire accidentally kicked one
square on, propelling the poor thing into the gloom and causing her great
anxiety due to the unexpectedly squidgy contact.
We spent the rest of the journey with my stifling laughter
and Claire crying “Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” every time we saw a fat frog in our
path.
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