January jaunts.

[Bierzo Baggie]

The snow came and went as fleetingly as the first almond blossom of spring. Grey days of mist and drizzle follow which dampen the soul and encourage melancholy. It happens to us all.
One of my objections to pre-dawn running (apart from the obvious one of getting out of a warm bed earlier than absolutely necessary) is that, well, what’s the point of it? It’s dark, you can’t see anything, it’s running for running’s sake. And don’t come to me with all that “no pain, no gain” malarkey or I’ll hit you back with “the law of diminishing returns”. I’m lucky enough to be able to enjoy myself on a fairly low weekly mileage so why spoil it all by taking it too seriously. Except that I know it’s not true. I’m just being lazy. And running in midday January murkiness (my working timetable allows me midday runs even if my family timetable doesn’t) is a bit like running in the dark anyway. So sod it. For the sake of common sense, encouraged and inspired as ever by the wise words of my runningcommentary.net mentors (and there have been wise words a-plenty on the forum recently), I’ll try again. And this time I’ll try and enjoy it. Now where did I put that head torch?....