As I set out this morning I wasn't sure whether to do my usual 10k over Romsley or go somewhere flatter. Walking off my estate just before sunrise it was - 2°C, yesterday's slush had frozen solid with just a thin covering of fresh snow to give a little security underfoot. I hadn't taken my data key for the gym, so that ruled that option out. I decided to give the hill a try and if it was too dangerous just turn around and go home.
The path up the hill was much less well trodden than my estate, so not quite so icy, and there was a little more snow the further up I went. The views were beautiful as the sun rose above the white covered fields and houses. I'd overdressed, of course! 🙈 I'm so used to being cold all the time, I forget how toasty I get when running.
I saw birds hopping in and out of snow covered bushes, sheep huddled together high on the hill, the occasional car creeping slowly down the hill and some beautiful views. I hope I'm forgiven for stopping a few times to take pictures.
It was harder work running up hill particularly as my back foot always slipped a little with each push, but the extra effort was well worth it. I wouldn't have wanted to miss it. I did resort to walking for a minute or two, but other than that, just kept going, slow and steady.
I took it so slowly and carefully that there'll be no medals for this run, but the reward was in the sheer pleasure of being out in the countryside, in the snow, among nature and warm as toast.
And for those who know about my quest to gain a few feet upwards towards the Clent Hills each week, I managed a little more of that too.
Have a good weekend all! Xx