Many people don't realise how beautiful Lancashire is, lush green countryside and rolling hills, yes those bloody rolling hills.
Our running group meets at a different venue on Saturday mornings for our day 3. A rugby club and football club next to a park which like most of Lancashire is perched on a hill. It's often said it's a place where you are either walking down a hill or you are walking up one, I guess you can see where this is going. Our group leader was over the moon to tell us she had a special treat in store, we would be doing a section of the park run course, but only a bit of it, the very worst bit, the hilly bit of it and because it was only a bit we would be able to do that bit several times. Yep, let's run down this hill so we can run up it, then same again and again. That must have been the longest twenty minutes of my life.
Just to prove she is not wired up right she had to dash off afterwards as she had a fell to run.
I'm sure her enthusiasm and drive will make some kind of runners of us but I'm not sure this 64 year old, overweight, first time runner is really cut out for this.