Lucky? I think So!

5.55am and I'm woken by the annoying sound of my alarm. Its pitch black, cold and ridiculously early!  My puss cat refuses to let me leave the bed until I give him a cuddle. With not much persuasion I give in and crawl back under the covers.  I lay in bed, warm and snuggly, trying to rearrange my weekly training plan in my head so there’s no need for me to move.  By-passing these thoughts and leaping into action is by far a much tougher skill to learn than I ever imagined, but I'm getting there!  Albeit slowly... 

Enough with the thinking, I'm up!  Throw on my clothes, watch and iPod, neck a coffee and I'm out of the door.  First challenge complete, hoorah! 

I start sprinting down the road like Linford Christie because it’s so cold, like -9 cold.  The next challenge is to get warm, quick!  Approximately 8.5  minutes into my usual route, I am pegging it as fast as I can past Kilian Jornet's house, trying hard to look strong and in control, just on the off chance that he’s looking ;).  About 9 minutes in I can’t help wondering what all the fuss was about and why I don’t get up to run every single
morning?

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Trotting along to whatever the training plan has dictated, I can’t help but breathe in my surroundings and smile.  I am happy!  People often say "you’re lucky to live where you are".  My usual reaction is,“rubbish, it wasn’t luck that brought me here, It was a choice!”.  I must admit that
recently my feelings have changed and I feel nothing but gratitude for where I live.  I count my blessings daily that I have two legs that work and a body that enables me to take me on my adventures. wherever I may choose. 
For this, all of it, even at 5.55am on a cold, dark, snowy, winter morning, I amincredibly lucky!
Nik x

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