Keep On Running

At the minute I'm trying to get fit. It's not because I want to be really fit but in the New Year I really need to be.

The fact that I've spent most of the last couple of years sat on my arse doing very little hasn't helped.

So recently I've started running again. The first couple of occasions were to put it mildly unpleasant. To put it unmildly it was f**king horrible.

Lately it's got better. The lungs are complaining less and the legs are feeling some strength at least. That is until today.

I've been getting bored with pounding the pavements around where I live and there's always been this 'Public Footpath' sign that has sort of intrigued me. So this morning I decided to find out where it went. Why - I don't know -maybe it had something to do with the hangover.

It started off quite nicely. Picturesque almost. The legs were feeling good and the countryside was keeping the mind occupied. But the path went on and on.

It might have made sense to have checked a map before I started. After a few miles I began to wonder whether it might make sense just to turn around and retrace my steps.

Brain says "Yes." Ego says "No."

Ego won and I kept on running. Eventually the footpath came out on a road. There was a signpost - this signalled hope.

Until I looked at it. It was a long way home.