Im Unexpectedly in Cornwall this weekend ( long story... Family stuff).
So.. I did my fave run here in
Truro that my best friend recommended to me.
Started off ok up the enormous hill... Then down into the valley, head torch on and getting in the zone...
Now ...this run takes me right through the Cornish coastal path which was frankly a fu***** Bog. I slid about and screamed, danced ( MOS 2014 in my ears), then I realised... I was being hunted. I was a panther being chased by hunters. They wanted to capture me and put me in a cage with a lead...I had to KEEP RUNNING (
get it???). So I slid down paths, scrambled over roots, shin deep in icy puddles.... I was panthering and I loved it, loving the hunt and the adrenalin of it...
It was just a 10k but it felt more like 12... I think the whole running on really difficult paths makes you work that much harder so the body gets fully punished!
A few jelly belly to keep up the sugar worked a treat...
Lots of thinking too... Life's troubles are sorted on a run and it all goes away.
I had a thought... That running is all about the journey... Living, breathing, smelling, seeing and touching everything as I go and discover. That's why I need to push myself, so I can enjoy the journey for longer without my body tiring....
Happy panthering
Ju ju
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