After two days of incessant downpour, I woke up to drier conditions this morning so laced up my running shoes and hit the country roads around our village. The route was 4.3 miles on paper but I think I ran nearer 5 in the end due to the number of cow pats I had to circumnavigate during one section. A farmer must have been moving cattle between fields and hadn’t got round to cleaning the road yet. Or not before yours truly blundered through it, anyway.
It was a veritable bovine minefield but I slithered and sashayed my way through it without any mishaps. There wasn’t a cow to be seen and I pictured them watching from an adjacent field as the silly human staggered past. What’s more I had to negotiate the various cow pats again on the way back. Worry not, though, I didn’t have my phone with me so there is no photographic evidence of my adventures. Nobody need throw their breakfast in the bin.
We encounter unexpected minefields every day of our lives as we struggle through the day. How we deal with them is part of said life. Do we skid to a halt and retrace our steps or try and find an alternative route to our designated location? Do we grind to a halt, fold our arms and wait for the friendly farmer to arrive with his power hose? Or do we make the best of a bad lot and pick our way through the messy business of the day, treading carefully and hoping for the best?
I’ve stood in my fair share of metaphorical cow pats in the past and ended up with much more than egg on my face. We all have but that’s how we learn, part of the learning experience. If we continually turn and run away from risk and challenge we will surely miss out on the very best parts of our lives. Life is to be lived, the messy parts as well as the smooth sections. Wishing you all a great day, wherever you are.