Book reading, flying, and a enraged woman tries to hit me with a leash

Today's run was a long, hard slog that I never felt comfortable doing. As it went on though it got better and better.

I was trying to rest a few days before doing long distance, hoping that my muscles would be ready for the challenge, all it ended doing was leave me stiff, and not bothered about running to tesco let alone 16 miles.

It started badly when I tried to push out a bogey from my right nostril within about 2 minutes of starting, unfortunately I hadn't been running long enough for it to get 'liquidy' up there, so it ended up hanging out and slapping me about the face. It was as big as church bell and kids in the backs of cars could see it as they drove past. I rubbed my arm across my face and caught the beast and cracked on.

I looked up at the cloudless sky and saw a plane descending to land and it got me thinking about how, as I've gotten older, my fear of flying has got to the point where I am petrified of getting on a plane these. When I was a kid I preferred the flight more than the holiday: 8 hours of watching films, eating pretzels, and drinking coke. A right touch. When I got to my twenties I would then try to claw back the money I'd spent on the ticket by drinking as much as I could. I'd pretend that I was in a bar and calculated the cost of it. If I could clear £75 I'd have got a wicked deal on my flight!

Now I just sit there listening to noises thinking,
"That's not meant to sound like that, what is that? the wheels? oh my god they're stuck, we're going to crash land"

It's so weird that as you get older you get more scared of death. You'd think you'd be shitting it at 10 because you have so much to live for, not once you've done a fair bit of living. If I carry on at this rate by the time I'm 60 I'll not leave the house and cry all the time.

I got massively philosophical for about 3 miles then my mind flipped when I saw a woman walking and reading at the same time. How does that work? You can't be concentrating on the book if you're trying to not walk into the road, and everyone else has to navigate around them as you wander about!

I ran across a few bridges and headed towards the park where my run took a violent turn. I was about a third of the way around when I saw a dog happily curling out a massive turd onto the grass, as its owner looked on proudly,
"She's bound to pick up that massive shit" I thought,
"Otherwise some small child is going face first into that thing, and it'll be blind by Tuesday"
She didn't, and they started walking towards me.

Now I don't have kids and don't much care but it's important that we all keep to the deal. Got a dog, pick up its shit, because if you own the dog, you own its mess. So I ran past and said very casually,
"Not picking that up then no?" then did the classic shaking of the head, with a added tut, tut, tut.
I'd past her by the time she'd turned and said something that I couldn't her, but she looked outraged that I had the nerve to question her.

I carried on running and got all the round to the other side of the park when I saw her coming towards me. She clocked me when I was about 6m away from her, her eyes narrowed, then got really big, and I could see the fury. She started shouting and pulled her chain leash and swung it me! I gave it a Shane Williams side step and started laughing. This didn't go down very well with pooh face, she went ballistic, so I turned on my heels and ran off. As I did, I saw her dog being well 'looked after' by another, much larger dog.

I ran the rest of the way with the mighty Andy C and got home in 2hr and 10mins. Turns out I'd run 16 miles. Not bad, and I still had another 40 mins in me. wicked.