Yesterday my two colleagues (may I be so bold as to call them friends) and I went for one of our training runs. Being the adventurous and bored with roads ones we are, we decided to go Off Roading a bit and ended up running through a place with a typically British name: "Brook Farm Open Space" and encountered more mud and squishy bits than I have in a long, long time. After the initial "Oh dear, I don't want to sprain my ankle in this" bit, I realised that I haven't actively run through mud in a very long time and began to thoroughly enjoy myself. I came back with my trainers pretty much done in, mud all over my running attire and feeling much better for it. That's what washing machines are for!
I should go buy a pair of wellingtons soon and so some proper jumping, splashing and mucking about.
Life's too short not to, n'est pa?
Oh yes, and we also ran into (not quite literally - ha ha) the Chairman of the Board and possibly scored brownie points for our dedication to our organisation...
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