A fiery sky flickered above us as we headed out for our regular Thursday night training. With 11 of us at running club tonight, I felt safe from the squirrels for the first time in recent days. Heading out to the Industrial Estate, I realised that the careful consideration of our coach, in the choice of our route tonight, meant I should be safe throughout the evening.
Taking us along a busy road to the heavily industrialised area, light laughter began to fill the air; contrary to last night I felt no eyes boring into me, no sound of an owl; just the soft roar of traffic and the temperate tête-à-tête of the group.
'No sign of them yet Maggie' advised Pete as he ran past me after his first yasso interval of the night.
At this reassurance, I felt myself relax further still. There was no longer a need to pretend now they knew about the squirrels; unlike the pressures of our last run together, tonight I was free to relax into the run and I began to forget about the creepy critters.
'I heard Chris singing as he passed to help keep those squirrels away.' Pete informed me as we crossed paths at the end of my second interval. Excellent. Singing is a well know form of pest control; especially the 'squirrel song'* a timely reminder of the superiority of humans to the pesky pests themselves.
Two more intervals later, and the session finished; I felt calmer than I had in a long time. Despite the potential peril the ominous sky had seemed to hold for us tonight, it seems I have been graced with a respite. And with a Sky Engineer coming tomorrow, it looks as though the squirrels may be losing their touch.
Wait... hang on... what's that noise?
Was that an owl I just heard?...
Distance: 5.6 miles
Weather: about 3 degrees with a fiery red sky!
Feeling: quite good, if not a little achey
See my run here
*This may not have been the exact song Chris was singing... if any!