The 12th farmers field No.2 of the year

Now, how many things can happen when your wife drops you off eight miles from home and you decide to run back. Mmmm, at least the following ;-

1. Within 5 minutes you realise you shouldn't have had the cake and extra large coffee 14 minutes beforehand at the garden centre;
2. Within 12 mins, you realise there ain't no way you are going to get home without a number 2;
3. Within 14 mins, you run into a fly tip area, locate an old cement bag, rip it to shreds and do the deed;
4. Get attacked by a dog;
5. Get an itchy posterior due to what feels like cement dust;
6. Fall over a stile into a thorn bush;
7. Run past a pub where loads of blokes are watching sport and feel like a fitness fanatic;
8. Wish you were in the pub feeling like Homer Simpson;
9. At almost every off road path sign, decide to go down it and see where it goes;
10. Run to the top of the field brow's and marvel in the views all around;
11. Realise you are on a farmers field, lose your bearings and run through the crop;
12. Feel as though your jacksie is about to cement up totally or explode (hopeing for the latter);
13. On the road sections, feel as though you are going quite slow, look at the watch and note you are doing 8 minute mileing (rare);
14. Start feeling better and stronger at the end of the run than the start;
15. Learn what sandpaper underpants might feel like.

What a most unexpected and great run. If I wasn't running the 366, I might have spent today sitting in front of the telly, resting on my laurels for the 20 miler I did yesterday, although in truth this is the start of the ultra training season for me. Still, I doubt I would have gone out for an 8 miler, so I am a happy chappie tonight.