As Thursday’s long run was the longest run I’d had for months, I resolved to take it slow and steady and allow myself tobe easily distracted. After spotting myself in a mirror designed to help someone trying to get out of their drive safely I pondered for some time about safety when running and the usefulness of hi-viz clothing.
Running on down a quieter lane, with wide grassy (muddy) verges I was surprised to spot a sword. A kid’s plastic sword, unbroken, abandoned and just lying flat on the grass.
I eyed it up for a few moments, just lying there, then did what any sane, normal person would do*.
I must go back that way and see if Arthur has reclaimed his sword.
* My daughter disagrees that this is the action of a sane person. But teenagers have to be contrary, it’s in their job description.
Hmmfff .. what do teenagers know anyway?
If it isn’t claimed perhaps you should keep it as one of your running accessories. I mean .. who knows when and where your nemesis ‘psycho pheasant’ is going to re-appear?
Good point Mel. I’ve tried to forget about the psycho pheasant, but as you say, who knows when and where he’ll reappear …
Great move! Totally the sane thing to do, honest.
Phew. Glad you agree
Agree. Anyone normal would have done the exact same thing.
PS psycho peasant? *goes back to re-read older blogs*
Excellent. I’m very glad that any other fallen swords will be safely re-erected by all the other normal people in the country. And it was a psycho pheasant, not peasant
I think it happened pre-blog so if you can’t find it maybe I’ll have to write about it. If I can bear to relive the trauma …
Brilliant!! I’m not sure I would have been that clever as to do what you did with the sword! I had to grin when I saw your photo. I’m sure the locals were smiling too