Losing myself

I got ever so slightly lost on Wimbledon Common this evening, as I ran hither, thither and yon in search of two hours of rolling trail.

As it turned out, by the end of the first hour I reached a place I knew, and decided to play it safe and run the second half in Richmond Park.

I’m sure there’s some run art in there somewhere, though I’m not quite sure what. A gorilla hanging on a washing line was about all I could see.

Can you tell what it is yet?

Can you tell what it is yet?


About abradypus

A Bradypus or Sloth am I, I live a life of ease, contented not to do or die but idle as I please; ... [Michael Flanders and Donald Swann]
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10 Responses to Losing myself

  1. Liz says:

    I see dinosaurs!

    I can’t wait to run places I don’t know!

    • abradypus says:

      It’s fun – if you know the boundaries so you can find yourself. On the common, I often don’t know where I am exactly, but can usually find myself without too much trouble by running downhill to the brook or uphill to the golf course and Windmill.

  2. Hedwigia says:

    That poor gorilla’s been pegged up by the ears. Ouch.

  3. I make it a bear doing sit-ups

  4. plustenner says:

    as NMOAR says, a bear doing situps and a penguin above that

  5. abradypus says:

    It is actually a new version of the classic ink-blot test giving me a window into your souls. Mwahahaha.

  6. You have ruined my subconscious with all your talk of pegged out gorillas.

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