My last couple of runs through in the Dear Green Place have not been enjoyable.
The problem? They are cutting down trees along the banks of the majestic Clyde. Again! Jesus it’s barely six months since they were doing that previously.
God only knows what these heathens are doing with all the wood. Burning witches probably.
Anyway. What this temporary disruption means is that yours truly is denied his traditional 6.7 mile “there and back” route. Leaving me little option but to try a very unsatisfying run doing meaningless loops around Glasgow Green and Richmond park. I hate not really knowing where I’m running. I like to have a pre defined route and just get out there and do it. This seemed to much like just farting around trying to clock up the miles.
To be honest, today wasn’t too bad. Today was more like a traditional Scottish summer (yes- it was piddling down), and this resulted in both parks being relatively quiet.
On Tuesday though it was a scorcher and the DGP was full of dole-scum-mums and their screaming snot nosed kids, IPod oblivious numpties out for lunch, the usual “Buckfast brunch” crew and worst of all … the topless sun bathers… Oh yes. “Topless”.
All bloated and wobbly, with their huge pendulous breasts swaying rhythmically as they waddle along. And, “yes”, that was the men!
“Moobs” ….. Nasty.