Fantastic run this morning!

It's all grey and gale-like out there but sometimes that's exactly what you need to clear the cobwebs.

I jogged slowly down the river, ankle well strapped, took a turn round the silver birch copse and threw myself up 'the slope'. Running through trees is well spooky. You can seriously freak yourself out if you look beyond them as you run, never quite sure what's behind them, are you?

It's quite a relief to get out into the open and then turn for the slope and up. And do you know, I've outrun it. Bearly touches the sides these days and so I trotted off, further down the river to check out a slope I've passed before which could just about pass as a hill.

It looked pretty daunting but I just kept going and when I got to the top I couldn't believe how far up I was or how much my backside ached. I trotted down the other side of it, down quite an orderly cinder path and discovered a whole new place to run i never knew was there. Allotments, a pony in a field.

Thing about running is you get a bit giddy with it. It's great exercise and all that but it's a complete rush sometimes. I don't know if it's the rhythm, the movement, the fresh air, the tress and the sky, the fact your blood's pumping and your heart's racing, or the fact I've got music pounding in my ears, but it can be such an emotional wonder. Like holding a friend's new baby or playing with a kitten or something. And it's legal!