Following the silent guide of my satnav down narrowing lanes and around frequent bends I realised the golf hotel that was to be my cheap refuge for one night only was anything but accessible. I already knew food might be a challenged but it appeared they would offer something basic as long as I wasn't late, so I adjourned almost immediately to the restaurant for vege lasagne then slowly made my way back to my room. I needed to run but also knew doing so after food was less than ideal. So I took my time, made and a slow change of clothes, and a few pages of my trashy novel later started walking. The staff cheerfully claimed there were no maps of the site, but invited me to run on the golf course itself.
So I did - and very strange it was too.
Let me advise that familiarising yourself with your first ever golf course when you are a bit full from your last repast, it is a rapidly darkening twilight, and the rain is being hazy, is probably not ideal! But despite being desperate to stop after only 2 minutes I actually managed about 20, so that was progress. I'm sure embarrassing redfaced heavy breathing while dripping sweat is a a successful way to leave an impression on your fellow guests too; let's just not delve too deeply into what kind of impression I will have left, if that's ok with you all?
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