I’m keeping up with the Blog a Day Challenge and thinking that you won’t particularly want to hear that I’m going out for a trot in a minute.
But it’s not raining and a half hour trot is incredibly refreshing during these dark evenings.
Anyway, it’s never quite as dark when you’re outside. There are clouds scudding across the full moon, the orange glow of distant civilisation, the little lights of the farmhouses and if I’m being adventurous, the bulky shadows of the cows lying down in the field.
I haven’t seen the little black rabbits sitting on the grass verges under the street-lights yet either. I suspect they have escaped from pet rabbit hutches so haven’t got much street-cred or road sense.
Walking in the dark was a regular thing when I had a dog but without one, walking doesn’t seem adequate, and the cats are very reluctant to come for a walk, so I feel more comfortable doing a light trot, relaxed and in the zone without laboured breathing.
I’ve watched runners and joggers. Some of them are thin as a wisp and running fast and easy while others wear the tortured faces of a Hogarth engraving.
Thing is, I don’t want to be a wisp, I don’t want to run a half marathon, I have no ambitions to do a 10k or a 6k or any kind of special k. All I want is to put on my nice trainers and go for a pleasant, life-affirming trot when I feel like it.
I like a bit of company on my bit of a trot. Tonight, I am taking that lovely David Gray.