Finally it feels as if my mojo is returning with the lighter evenings. Three runs in 5 days, so much better than the last few months
This morning was bright and sunny, 12C if the thermometer outside is to be trusted. I suggested a 3 km run and my husband agreed. Off we went. It felt a little chilly but not enough to merit a jumper.
I wanted to go slow and steady. I sort of had an idea in my head of a steady little run at a snails pace, 1.5 km out and back and then breakfast. When we reached the half way point Mr Y said 'It's a lovely morning, let's do 5k'.
I'll be honest with you, I didn't really feel like it, but he was so keen it would have been mean to say no so instead of turning back we carried on. The paths have dried out a lot so now it's firm mud. As we ran along we heard gunshots. As we rounded the next bend we saw a Range Rover parked across our route, and a man with a gun in the nearby hide. Probably doing pest control. I told myself that the farmer wouldn't let any homicidal maniacs out to control his pigeons and we carried on, not drawing attention to ourselves just in case (honestly, we're as far from the mean streets as can be imagined but, you know, gunshots).
By now I was really glad not to have a jumper as it was too warm for my long sleeved t shirt. We ran a slightly different route on the way back, along the sea wall so avoiding going back past the gunman. The tide was out and a fishing boat was headed seawards. Last time we tried to go this way it was impassable. The view made up for the extra distance I'd been 'made' to run.
Isn't running great? A wonderful opportunity to be outside in the fresh air and, for some of us, beautiful scenery. Maybe this is the elusive runners high we hear about?