“I really can’t be arsed to run!?”
“Stuff it! I’m bored?! I’ll drive out and go for a run round Mam Tor”
“I’m here now and there’s no way I’m getting out of this car?! Best get back and have breakfast”
“Right! Stop being aan are and go run?!”
“I’m back here again! Get the he’ll . put then car before you drive back again”
“What! This place looks awesome from over here!”
Mam Tor the hard way. Found the start of a strava segment!
“Why the he’ll did I come this way? Bloody hill!?”
“That was an amazing downhill! I actually thought I might die back there”
“God I hate this shit!? Why the hell did I come out for a run”
“Right! I’m sitting here for a bit. I can’t be bothered to go back”
Mid point in the run midway up Loose Hill
“Man, I need to stop before I swear at a random passer by!?!? Hold on. This place is actually really amazing and it’s just a few minutes away from where I live. I could run here from home!”
Loose Hill decent and the turning point in a run from the pits of doom.
That was turning point.
Uphills were faced head on.
I launched myself down the technical and steep downhills with a massive grin.
I knew there had to be some brightness
inside all that dark, moody, moany internal fog. Even the completely destroyed uphill road didn’t dampen the newly found happy glow.
I guess this was a road!
It just took 4 miles of a 6 mile run to find it!
Sometimes you just have to sit and realise how small and insignificant the doom inside actually is when you start to just be part of your environment.
Best remember that for next time :)