turned up. He told us we were going to Chris Brumby’s place and running from there. Oh flaming hell thinks I, here I am running with the not only 3 fastest runners of the club (well a lot faster than me) but the lads that do ultra miles and race up and down hills for 20 miles. Suddenly hubby’s words were ringing in my ears.
We set off and the first hundred yards was a steady pace, the farmer had put extra strong silage on his fields and the smell was doing wonders for my sinuses, although freezing I was breathing pretty good. I was amazed that I was actually keeping up with the three musketeers in front and that I could actually talk too, they must be setting a slower pace so that I could keep up, or maybe it was the thought of the headlines that kept running through my head that was making me go faster. “Tragedy – Female Sandbach Strider flattened by spooked bull”. As we reached the first style the beam from Jason’s headtorch lit the field up, it was a bit rutted underfoot but other than that the frozen ground was ok to run on. I began to relax and although it was dark and you could not see any views, the stars were out and looked brilliant. I even recognised The Bear and The Plough. "Enough of this concentrate on where you are running" thinks I. We approached the field – yes the one with the electric fencing, Chris shouted “keep to the hedgerow you don’t watch to get a blast from the fence - Michael shouts – keep your elbows in. I am concentrating on my footing when ahead of me on the left hand side I see the beasts with glowing reflective eyes – yeah gods they looked like the vampire cows in that movie of which I can’t recall the name of. (Might have been Cbeebies). Giggling to myself I run on.