Stegosaurus Dreams
Ultrarunners are never happy. It’s late afternoon on Friday and I’m heading along the forest track towards Byrness. I’m grumpy because this wide, well defined , boring track is far from the wild fells and moors that draw me to such races. However I’m begrudgingly admitting to myself that this bombproof track means not having to navigat e or to watch my footing , and I can grind out some easy miles. Progress here is dull, but fast. I’m jogging bits and walking bits and generally feeling in control. I’m w ell ahead of any cut off, somewhere in the mid-pack and well set for a finish. All things considered, I’m grumpily happy. Without needing to concentrate much on this simple track , by mind starts to wander. I notice a n object by the side of the way . It’s Olaf, the sentient snowman from Frozen . He’s gormlessly , harmlessly waving at me. As I get closer, he shimmers away revealing...