Sunday, run day, that’s what they say. I tried. I really did but after 4km my body was having none of it. So instead of giving in I pledged to myself that I would walk the remaining 17.1km to make sure I covered the half marathon distance I’d set out to do.
I set out from Ealing and head towards one of my favourite parks in the city. Richmond Deer Park. As I wandered round I saw the tracks of hooves and started to feel that sort of adrenalin kick you get as a kid when you think Santa or the Easter bunny is close by. I turned the corner and… nothing. My heart sank a little and I thought, oh well at least I got my miles in. And then, as if by magic they appeared!
At a guess I’d like to think there were perhaps one hundred deer accompanied by a single Stag resting in the long grass as if they had been waiting for me. They are such beautiful creatures. I stopped to watch them for a while and then set off home.
25km later I made it home. Further than planned even if I did walk the route.
A day spent with deer in a park is never wasted.