It was...relatively...’warm’ this morning. And dry. If I could just think of WHERE to run I could do a run and watch the dawn...
I checked the weather forecast. Today is the only nice day forecast for ages. Snow soon! So off I went. It needed to be a longer run if I’m serious about getting back up to 10km.
I decided to run along the road to the Sett Valley Trail and run back along it. Is it really healthy running along the roads breathing in the exhaust fumes? Yuk! But there were street lights. By dawn I found a cut down on to the trail. No idea how far I was from the end therefore what the total km might be. I was happy to reach 8km before reaching home, and still had a way to go and gas ⛽️ in the tank so continued. Getting a bit close to home to reach 9km so on the last hill turned and ran away from home until Runkeeper said I’d made 9km. Walked home happy.
One question: how come the bit where you feel you could go on forever doesn’t last for ever?
No two questions: why is it SO difficult to get out in the first instance, coz once you’re out there it’s great!