Miles I actually ran: 5
Decided to run a different route today, through a few parks, just to mix things up a bit. I took it a bit slow, because my hypochondria has kicked in, and I've convinced myself I'm catching shin splints.
So I was ambling along, admiring the view of the Thames on a summer's evening; listening to the Tough Girl Podcast and imagining that one day I too will be an amazing ultra runner. When I saw it. A rustle in the bush. Another rustle in the bush. Then out shot a tiny creature. I let out a silent scream, and bolted as fast as I could along the path. Focusing straight ahead of me, terrified of what might be scurrying along behind me. Then, after a fews seconds, I bravely looked to my right...and saw a tiny bird flying along side me.
I am such a fool. I kept running fast, before casually slowing down again. Trying to make it look like I had been doing sprint training, and this was totally intentional. Hoping nobody would realise I had just run away from an imaginary mouse! 
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