Woke up this morning, looked at blanket of frost and wondred what on Earth I was thinking signing up for a hill race three days after Christmas and a day before my birthday. Having not been able to run for three weeks between injury, children's Christmas activities and so, starting back with a combination steep trails/hilly road and hillier, er, hill in sub zero conditions seemed like a tremendously bad idea from the warmth of my bed.
However, just because something is a bad idea is no reason not to do it.
It was cold. It was very muddy. It was hilly een without the 900ft ascent of the Tor in the middle.
and now it is done and I can lie on the sofa in front of the fire and feel smug.