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.
I see dinosaurs!
I can’t wait to run places I don’t know!
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.
Easy a sloth
A self portrait. How very vain of me!
That poor gorilla’s been pegged up by the ears. Ouch.
I make it a bear doing sit-ups
as NMOAR says, a bear doing situps and a penguin above that
It is actually a new version of the classic ink-blot test giving me a window into your souls. Mwahahaha.
You have ruined my subconscious with all your talk of pegged out gorillas.