OK, so I said in the last post that writing about every run I did would get boring. But today was so beautiful I felt it deserved at least a short mention.
It started with frost here in Brampton; nothing major but the car said it was zero degrees outside. By the time I left work at about 1.3opm one of the Doctors, on arriving, complained that it was too warm! As I drove home I could easily have not bothered to have run – there were plenty of other things to do – but the outdoors beckoned loudly. In fact it was one of those days when, having got changed and headed out, I felt I should be able to run far better than I actually did: it was a day that made you want to run and leap and bound and spring for joy.
It was a day to contemplate what a fantastic, amazing world we live in: it was packed with the sights and sounds of spring. A crowd of crows were cawing from their nests on the way up the Moot; other birds were shouting mating calls to each other, or singing blithely in the sun. Everywhere was alive: with green shoots bursting up, ladybirds meandering across the track, noises in the trees. In the distance I heard a dog barking; someone mowing his lawn; the whirr of a light aeroplane. Scotland hid behind a light haze; the nearby fells were pale in the sunlight, not having yet donned their garish bright green of a wet summer.
I didn’t run brilliantly: but I loved being outside.