I looks like hard work to me.

As I approached the entrance to this field a runner appeared from the other direction and went straight through the public footpath entrance, he was so engrossed or  just worn out I don't think he saw me.

By the time I, together with my trusty companions (the angel eaters - see yesterday) had navigated the galvanised swing gate, he had reached the top of the rise and was about to disappear from sight forever.