My parents have recently moved back to Wales after a brief defection across the border to England. This meant a Welsh running treat for me this morning: the skies were clear and slightly pink, the hills were black and brooding and the air was crisp and fresh, perfect. The first part of my run was slightly hairy, with drivers whizzing past me at a similar speed to the RAF jet curving overhead. I ducked nicely to the side, squelching through mud on the verges, as drivers kept their heads down and focused only on their destination.
My run became slightly less risky on the return roads, taking in the stunning views and the smell of coal fires. I wondered if many people run around here, imagining people don’t dare venture along these windy roads. My question was answered on a later walk to the river when we saw three separate runners – all women – enjoying the beautiful morning and all wisely wearing high-vis clothing (photos to follow on my return).
Glad you could get out for some good clean air and a good start to the year. But what caused their return?
By: Highway Kind on January 4, 2013
at 9:57 pm
It’s a long story…!
By: fitartist on January 7, 2013
at 10:30 pm
Sounds lovely and peaceful – well the 2nd half does anyway!
By: fortnightflo on January 7, 2013
at 9:49 pm
It was, such breathtaking views (that I used to be able to see from my bedroom!). Those 4x4s are evil on the country roads though, grrrrrr.
By: fitartist on January 7, 2013
at 10:31 pm