For various life reasons, I currently split my time between the south of England and the west of Scotland. So far most of my runs have been in the relatively balmy temperatures of the flatlands of Berkshire, so I knew that as I'm home in Glasgow for the next two weeks everything could feel different and was expecting the weather to chuck everything at me.
Delighted to wake up this morning to glorious sunshine so was excited to get out for my first 28min run and get going with week 8. It was freezing cold, but so beautiful with the autumn leaves on the trees.
I had picked what I felt was a relatively flat route. How wrong was I! I know that route well. I've walked it so many times over the years, and yet somehow all these hills appeared that I've never noticed before. That was tough! But I did! Go me!