Target Practise by Spaceman_Spiff

OK, I know, haven't blogged for a while, which is mainly due to the fact that I haven't run for a while, well, since Sunday. I will consult the "West Ham Book Of Excuses" and select the "I couldn't run due to working late and having to look after my son" excuse. Will that do?

However, last night, despite feeling absolutely knackered, I forced myself to step out and go for a run. You'd be proud.

On this website I've mapped a number of routes of various lengths which when combined on the map resemble your lower intestine. I selected the 2.3 mile route that starts through the woods for last nights escapade.

Now, I'd like to think that I'm an intelligent sort of guy but alas Mr Common Sense decided to have the night off. I mean, how dark can the woods be at 8 o'clock at night? Well, pretty dark. In fact, pitch black. Well, the torch I took with me would have help wouldn't it? Er, what torch? So there I am scrabbling around in the dark trying to find a dark path in a black wood. Let's just say that in the first 10 minutes, progress was slow and, after I found the low hanging branch, pretty painful.

Mind you, the great thing about running at night meant that the run was pretty scenic (once I could see again) and I shared my run with a couple of foxes. However, I set the level for the most interesting sight on a training run: a military marching band practising their routine. Life's never dull as a runner. Anyone seen anything more bizarre?

I suspect that the training road to the marathon will only unfold more interesting sights and stories, once someone switches the lights on!