After a dubious look at the bottom of my well-worn trainers (cushioned soles vs acacia thorns could bring forth some unwanted acupuncture) I gave a quick nod to the concept of a warm-up and trundled off on the 2km path around the lodge with the hope of surviving two loops. Running under a steel grey African sky.
As my heart rate increased every interesting creature fluttered, slithered and leapt forth to tempt me to slow to a walk and begrudge not having my camera. Why is it that animals run away less when I'm running? A grey duiker stared in disbelief, Impala looked up nonchalantly from their grazing and a bushbuck gazed from a far closer distance than I'd ever managed to sneak armed with stealth and camera. I have a theory; I'm pretty sure the bushbuck was thinking 'if that's you idea of running then I really have nothing to fear.'
I made it round my two loops - I confess I did stop to look at a bird that looked like a storm trouper and to pick up a little porcupine quill. I had a few looking-over-my-shoulder moments just to check I wasn't being followed (not that there is much I could outrun even if I was) I returned, promising myself I'd make more effort to keep fit. I'm not sure how far I went or how fast, but definitely a P.B. in my mind.
I made it round my two loops - I confess I did stop to look at a bird that looked like a storm trouper and to pick up a little porcupine quill. I had a few looking-over-my-shoulder moments just to check I wasn't being followed (not that there is much I could outrun even if I was) I returned, promising myself I'd make more effort to keep fit. I'm not sure how far I went or how fast, but definitely a P.B. in my mind.
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Grey Duiker - deciding if I'm a predator or fellow prey?
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Synchronised impala - another runner unimpressed by my speed
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