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
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!