After all that hard work, I still needed to take the Christmas decorations down and get them in the loft. Half way into the loft I suddenly thought: 'What if the ladder falls? There's no-one around, Mik won't be back until at least 6pm. I'll be stuck... stuck on the floor, possibly fighting for my life... and Janathon will be over.' This was very scary and I decided there was no other option but to get out of the loft instantly. However, in my haste, I kicked the ladder slightly away and in a tense, slow-motion, cinematic style moment, the loft ladder started a slow and frightening decent away from me! Now my thoughts were 'Nooooooooo... I'll be stuck in the loft! And I can't run Janathon stuck in a loft! And I'm hungry!'. Grasping frantically for the frame I managed to save myself from a fate worse than falling and, you'll be pleased to know that, although (as a result of this near-death experience) the Christmas tree is still not in the loft, I escaped unscathed!
That was enough excitement for me though, 'I'll have to take it easy for the rest of the day' I thought, 'Or else Janathon may be over before it's started. So I settled down with some chocolate and read some blogs.
Of course, this wasn't the end of the day as I had some squirrel hunting to do. This is much easier with the aid of others, so I headed to running club. Problem was it was dark by this time, and although I could feel their beady little eyes watching me... they were watching, I know they were.... they never gave their positions away. In fact at one point, someone mentioned that squirrels can be quite vicious. Well, that got me to thinking, what if we ran into vicious, savage squirrels! That was never my intention, to place my fellow runners in potential peril. And I realised, I'd done it again; for the second time today, I was facing a potential life or death situation; what if the squirrel community had heard of my plan? What if savage squirrels across the Chadderton area had formed an offensive and were following in the shadows, sneaking up on us there and then; just waiting... waiting to attack!
This would never do. This had never been my intention. I would have to protect them; so just to make sure the rest of my group were safe from these abhorrent beasts, I ran slowly at the back of the group up every hill; protecting.
'Are you feeling the 10 miles from yesterday?' my concerned coach asked.
'Yes, my legs are killing me!' I 'lied'. There was no need to worry the others unnecessarily.
Thankfully my tactic worked. This of course explains the slow splits up the hills; a small sacrifice for the safety of the rest of the group.
I really must find something less dangerous to hunt tomorrow.
Distance: 4.79 miles
Weather: A lovely clear night
Feeling: good... anyone got any spare legs I can lend tomorrow though?!
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