good bits

definitely east. how far east, depends. ok start. better up lane today, knackered at woods but don’t slow, much. short route through, will go further east. oh, still rusty up hills. calves? coach road, can run. people, dogs, go wide, don’t slow. jack russell, less width, oh... try my tactic, speed up and zero in before pricked-eared dog gets going. they usually shy. forget zero in. JACK shouts owner. just clear jack. slower through village and over bridge. faster up edge of playing fields, wind behind. stomach cramp again, interesting. could be my back doing this. big hill looms. four minutes of near vertical climb, exactly what my calves need. no spring but no pain either. climb climaxes with steep steps, of a sort. a thigh burner but thighs ok. momentarily zombie at top but soon on way. mile along/down side of hill, a sort of flypast. far below - playing fields, village, red lights, white lights, golf course, fields, fields, woods, red lights, white lights, (duck under horizontal tree), cow shit. ton of it on track ahead. wondered if the galloways would still be here. sometimes block the way, people-carrier-like. way is clear, spot galloways at last moment, up the slope. down muddy lane, step into hedge for one, two, three cars. two don’t appear to thank me. fly by garden centre. back into woods. rust. start thinking. running is good or bad, buoyant or flat, surf or splash. all runs seesaw a bit but this one is yo-yoing, constantly. last long climb, last bad bit.