...Well, 'traditional' since last year!
I hadn't run for 10 days because of awful weather, work, loads to do, etc. etc. so after yesterday's food and drink overload I was absolutely determined to have my Boxing Day run (last year, my first year of running, it was a brilliant counter to all the sloth and gluttony of the season!). This morning, it was COLD and frosty! a beautiful sunny morning though, so I got my kit on, base layer and hat included, and went out slightly tentatively to see how slippery it might be.
Fine! But I had to keep my eyes on the path ahead because there were some icy spots and the last thing I want is to slip and hurt myself. A guy the other side of the road walking his dog called out "Good morning, well done! But be careful!", which made me feel like Mo Farrah ! Occasionally I had to fall back to a walk I.e. crossing roads, but most of my 52 minutes was running.
Last year I ran down to a village 2 miles away but had to walk back as there is an enormous hill coming back. I've run down to Skeeby quite a few times but never made it back up the killer hill. I sort of thought I'd love to get up that hill on my Boxing Day run this year but the omens weren't good the last few times I'd tried. But today I DID IT!! I just kept going and eventually got there (to the tune of C25k+ Stamina). I feel so chuffed and ran back with a big dopey grin on my face.
As well as feeling I'd done something to work off the excesses of the last few days And achieving a goal, I also felt really privileged to be out this morning seeing the world wake up, the strata of mists across the valley melting away as the sun came up, the sheep in the fields, and the frost making everything defined with whiteness.
Happy Christmas everyone! Enjoy your running! Xxx