Running in Central London isn't so bad...
There's a certain charm in killing your knees on paved streets whilst trying to dodge the post-stabbing forensics team and someone's 3 AM kebab the second time around.
So with a bit of returning running motivation I decided it was time to get back into proper running, as in, in the woods. And seeing as my hometown is literally in the middle of nowhere, it was a good enough place to start.
I had completely forgotten how relaxing running in actual nature can be. All the greenery, end of summer flowers, birds singing and I even spotted a roe deer on the path ahead of me. It was basically like I was the Disney princess wearing striped lycra and me and my animal friends were about to break into song any second.
I didn't really sing though - this wasn't East London where that behavior is condoned.
Plus, 6 k into the woods me and the roe deer were no longer pals. As I'm running around a corner, minding my own business, the damn thing jumps out of a bush like it owns the place and the collision is a fact. And whilst that conniving Bambi creature happily jumps along to do some further flower munching and hanging out with her bunny friends or whatever it is roe deer like to do with their spare time. Meanwhile, I limped back the remaining 3 K with my leg covered in blood and dodged the emergency room but never the less spent the night at my cousin's getting myself taped up. (Yep, in my hometown all us cousins live in the same neighborhood. It's more cute than disturbing most days)
It turns out, that running in the woods is no safer than running in Hackney.
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| It's like they even try to encourage people run in this town! |
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| Collision victim. |
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