After my last run turning into a bit of a nuisance-filled grind, I thought I’d try a reliably nice route around a local marina. It was a short 4km run today and since I’ve been tired post covid, I thought I’d take it easy and enjoy it.
Then the wind blew. And blew. And blew some more. My goodness it was tough. The gusts were strong enough to nearly knock me off my feet. At one point I was running directly into the wind and it was as if I was on a treadmill making no progress forwards at all. Luckily, a decent proportion of the route was sheltered on a good path through well rooted trees.
It felt like a real battle with the elements today but in a strange way, I quite enjoyed it. I am especially enjoying it now I’m sat in a warm cafe with half price lemon drizzle cake (it would have been rude not to) and the biggest coffee they do. Welcome back mojo!