When you get up at 5.25am just to get your run in before work because you won't have time after, then it's an addiction and you are quite mad!
So, out and at 'em...up at stupid o'clock (to incredulous murmurs from hubby "mental woman") and up over Yellowtor, (not as romantic as it sounds, just the local housing estate), but then down the road and over the Tamar Road Bridge (opened 1961, just a year younger than me!) and nearly as far as Devonport barracks (no uniforms in sight sadly!!!).
Then the real struggle starts as the last mile back is more or less straight uphill; ok I exaggerate slightly, but definitely a climb if you look at the chart. Sweat was running down my face; I was very glad I'd taken the water with me.
Home, finally, stretches, and off to feed the chooks. Poached eggies for breakfast - thanks girls!!