It struck me this morning, as I whizzed through the streets of my town centre at 6:30am today, that winter running makes me feel like I am leading a double life.
In the dark mornings, before the town has woken up and the moon is bright, there’s me, ninja-like in dark Lycra with reflective strips on my leggings and top, stealthily (and sometimes wheezily) running as if on a mission. Focussed. Running. Like a crazy fool. Alone.
By daylight, I am a mild-mannered bespectacled editor, dressed in smart clothes, hair coiffured for the office environment, all business and deadlines.
Anyone else feel like this?! 😂
Sadie-runs (in the dark) x