A Hobbit’s tale.
A tale of habit. (yes, that’s much better)
I wish I could tell you that my Juneathon activities have involved new paths taken, trails explored, and exciting adventures along the way, but in reality the closest I’ve come to being Hobbit-like is by way of a typo.
As in a creature of.
So my tale of ‘There and Back Again’ is not nearly as interesting. In reality, it means I’ve taken the same route for walking / running pretty much the whole time. With a couple of exceptions, I generally stick close to home – the nearby park, the streets close by, and the parkrun course. I run there, and I run back again.
(I did get a bit excited last week visiting ‘The Wizard’s Bar’, but figured a business function may not be the most appropriate time for a selfie with the dragon mural)
Normally I am more than OK with it. Consistency is key and all that. I enjoy my runs / walks – I know the tracks well, the best spot to cross a busy road, the distance, and areas that are open and well lit.
I guess I just figured that for Juneathon I should try mixing it up a bit.
So in the spirit of new things, off I trotted for an organised group run with strangers. I even had my reflective stripes and (new) flashy-torch with three settings. (Did I mention it was a night run? I know, right? So adventure-y of me!)
Take that, familiar safety and routine! New paths come at me; I am in your hands.
So off we ran…
…to the park near my house. And back again.
Actually I had to laugh – I could have popped home for a drink we were that close.
But I did it, and it was also great meeting new people and being pushed to keep running when I normally would have stopped at 5k.
So adventure aside, I guess the lesson is that my usual trails are fine. I’m still running and doing other Juneathon-y stuff. I’m not terribly good at blogging about it regularly, but it is happening.
There and back again: a tale of habit.
It may not be worthy of a movie adaption; but for a wannabe (off and on again) runner, it actually isn’t so bad after all.