I thought I would write to tell you about my run on Sunday. I always go running at 8.00 am and usually run around 8 miles. I call it the eight at eight and it is a way of life now.
I run with one of my clients and at the moment we are running around Friggle Street which is just outside of Frome in Somerset. It really is the most beautiful run once you get off the main road. The lanes follow the fields and run along the side of a beautiful wood that has recently been full of bluebells. As we run I can look across the fields dotted with trees and it feels as if I am a million miles from busy roads and other people.
This Sunday, in spite of the lack of sun it was still very beautiful. The fields are that lovely soft green we have at this time of the year. and as we came up the hill to the woods I caught sight of wild foxgloves in the verges. They glowed pink in the morning light against the bright green of the nettles and grass. We continued along the lane, past the second house with loud barking dogs. I am always relieved they are behind a very thick hedge and large gates, and then down to the cross roads. There is a lovely short sharp hill at this point and we took great delight in sprinting up the hill as fast as we could. The hill is over and done with before we have time to be too tired as we drop down the other side, down to the little hamlet.
This run is a joy for me and a chance for my client and I to catch up, for me to give any running points I wish to make and to encourage her as much as I can. We seem to be able to put the world to rights along these lanes and life always seems so good at this time in the morning – even on a cold morning in the winter.
As we head back to Frome we have another vicious little hill which often catches us if we are tired, but again today we sprinted up, my client pushing me all the way – much to my joy – yes, honestly! She should be pushing me all the way round and will do so at some point in the future.
I always try to increase my speed when running a hill. This prevents your speed falling back as you hit the hill.
We finished by skirting part of Frome and sprinting to the end. Although tired it felt so exhilarating. How can a person fail to enjoy distance running when you can do the eight at eight on a Sunday!!
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