I had often wondered, in my pre-running days, how on earth pounding along a street could be described as fun.
Now I know better.
When they call something a “fun run”, what they are actually talking about is this:
Or this :
Or better still, this :
This morning we (most of us) met for our first post-marathon run.
In the fog.
Wearing Santa caps.
As one does.
We went for a 6km+ run around Leisure Valley which is a decent enough venue – good track, space, loads of parking, seemed very safe – with the bonus of a brilliant restaurant where we had a massive post-run breakfast, and ate Christmas cookies baked by our two dear teenagers, Tanvi & Shaivi.
We also played in the kiddies’ playground, thereby illustrating the Indonesian saying our clever Sangeeta quoted :
“masa kecil kurang bahagia” (this roughly translates, I am assured, as didn’t have enough fun in childhood, so need to be a child now). Could become our group motto.
What else happened?
We also, very sadly, watched a bird die. Poor thing was lying on the ground, clearly in difficulty, and then suddenly it died in front of us.
And I discovered a new gizmo thingy for my mapmywalk app. Here it is (with fingers crossed that it works) :
Our 7.25 km run in 3D. (It goes on a bit, I admit, so feel free to stop it whenever, but it is quite fun…)