Last September a 10 km race I took part in, in France, was my undoing: I struggled on a km of rocky ascent, and finished last of 366 !
Recently I’ve been walking to the next village, 4km each way, to buy my weekly paper. Kms 2 to 4 rise 120m and the first part is a rough, rocky path. When wet, the slate is treacherous and just inviting a “face plant”.
I decided last night that this weather was ideal for putting that demon to rest, so it was on with the little-used trail shoes and off to frighten the citizens of Delabole . Luckily, the papers had arrived so I didn’t have to run back with an empty backpack.
It was a very tiring ascent but the return was wonderful. And a new local run in the bag 🤗