How beautiful was it this morning?

In spite of a mild hangover, collected having some fun *yay!* yesterday afternoon and evening, I just knew I had to have my run this morning.

*pub, grand national, nice tea in town, pub - lots and lots of laughing and happiness - just brilliant*

You just have to run when you wake up to snow and sunshine *Yes you do!*. It's just the most incredible backdrop for running through fields. You can't beat it. I nearly caved and went back to the running leggings but I stuck with the shorts - and so glad I did, bit chilly but sun and air on your skin has to be grasped at every opportunity.

The snow was already melting as I plodded down the river, but blowing off trees in flakes it was like snow falling in the brightest blue sky and the river swirled and shimmied like she was just as happy. Not rushing. Not plunging, swollen with the relentless Manchester rain, but dancing along.

And as I bounced up the hill and round the back of it I saw them: the snow bunnies. Three of them. Little rabbits nibbling blades of grass against a backdrop of brilliant, twinkling white. I stopped and watched them for a while as this is Sunday run and about fun, not trying to be a better runner, and of course they saw me and lolloped off into the brambles.

They just looked like the dearest, cutest thing you ever saw. All right, I was probably completely off my head on endorphins by this point but why would I run if it were not to breathe and feel fresh air, see the seasons, feel fantastic.

Yay, happy, happy, happy!