The sheep was majorly caught up in brambles. Sometimes when one approaches the sheep tries really hard and gets free, but this time she just got caught up more and more. The brambles were like barbed wire and she was well stuck. In a ditch. In brambles. We went round the other side of the ditch (in a whole 'One Man And His Dog kind of way) to see if she could fight her way out and she couldn't. She was by now not only stuck, but stuck, caught fast and in the bottom of a ditch.
Freaky Running Dog and I ran home and I swapped her for a pair of secateurs. I ran back to the stuck sheep and then I cut through thick brambles, I grabbed her fleece, I pointed her at the way to freedom and cut some more. She lunged out of the ditch, scrabbled a bit on the bank - and she was free. YAY!
One teensy snag - my rib injury (which has now been diagnosed as a torn intercostal muscle) was enormously aggravated by sheep wrestling in a ditch. Honestly, who knew that would cause a problem?
So a few days' rest, minimal cycling, no swimming, no running. Rest and ice. Bummer.
The Santa 5k run is now only a week away. Glam Kath has run no more than 2k. We ran this morning (1.5k due to meeting people she knew and both being pressed for time) with Freaky Running Dog and Borrowed Max (not Glam Kath's dog - she borrows him).
Borrowed Max and Freaky Running Dog got on really well. You can tell this from the way they're gazing adoringly at each other....
What with the 'picking up dog poo' and 'stopping to chat to people we know' it was a fairly rubbish 2k training run.
And now it's Sunday evening. Today, due to running and the Melodeon Master having a gig at the renowned Millennium Centre, my diet has consisted of a mince pie, a bag of crisps, a portion of chips and at least 3 glasses of wine. It's not necessarily the food regime of an elite athlete.
On the other hand, the English cricket team have an 82 page food requirements pamphlet and they STILL can't bat properly.
Nuff said.
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