Tonight was my women on the run group, I made sure my kit was on at 5 that way I could not back out when I check the temperature before I left. It was 1 degree by the way and that’s cold.
The leader of the group greeted us with the fabulous news that tonight would be a hill session. Oh joy I thought, as if it is not bad enough that every time I run in Devon I have to do hills now I have an evening of it. Suck it up Shaz I told myself.
We jogged, we warmed up, we stretched, we got to the hill.
We were told to jog to the white wall, then sprint, then jog nearer the top. Off we set. I wanted to shout at the others “SHE SAID JOG TO THE WALL” as they tore off, I stayed back conserving my energy for the sprint. Suck it up Shaz I told myself again. We did this three times each time I found each one a little easier. How is that possible?
It was cold but we soon warmed up.
Incidently there was a lady there tonight who had just had an operation on her ear and could now hear her son for the first time. How amazing is that?
Now I am home showered, fed and relaxing in my zebra onesie, set to stay up tonight to get some work down to enable a daylight run in the morning.