Epsom common is my black hole. I love it but I can never get out of it. Having always thought I had a good sense of direction, the common takes me by surprise every time. I have a few friends who would testify to this (sorry again) but this time I even prepped. I plotted a route on RunGo, I studied the route and I even sent the link to Dan. ‘Just in case’.
I love the off road trail, you can lose yourself to the beautiful countryside, quite literally in my case. I had also wrongly assumed that a couple of days of dry weather would mean a clean terrain. No. As it happens I got stuck in a sludgy bog and only grasped the enormity of it when I was too far in to turn around. For a mile I saw no one, I had been running fast and feeling good but suddenly I was traversing mud (convincing myself this was how I would surely get injured) and gingerly siding up to Gorse bushes as I tried to squeeze onto a tiny dry ledge.
You will be relieved to know I made it out alive, just for the little woman in my ear to say ‘make an immediate u-turn’. Absolutely not no way! I followed some friendly bikers for a while until they disappeared off into the horizon and once alone again Epsom common clouded my mind.
At one point I ran a complete circle. I was using my app AND google maps and still managed to return to the same spot. At least the miles were clocking up but I was not such a big fan of the ‘Blair witch’ type tree that kept reappearing.
As soon as a familiar pub came into view, I raced off towards civilisation…
This won’t be the last you see of me Epsom Common!