The Thursday Night Hill runs had been on asphalt since the clocks changed last autumn. And that’s fine. I enjoy it! But the views are a heck of a lot better when we are in the hills again. And now the clocks have moved again. We had long enough evenings to come off the Llanberis streets. So we did.
I had been tempted to run in shorts as it had been such a gorgeous day. But it got a bit gloomier so I chose tights after all. And, of course, the new shoes. I was glad, as when I got to the parking lot, it was freezing cold. I was glad to get going.
We headed for Glyn Rhonwy. That is beautiful whatever the weather! Running up there got me a bit less cold. And i missed my hat as it was raining. The shoes were fine.
At some point I lost track of where we were. We ended up pretty much in Waunfawr! But then we turned back. I was glad for it. I like these runs, but I didn't really have my day, and I still was a bit cold.
On the downhill I realised at some point I was bringing up the rear. Some jokes about me needing a lot more of these downhill sessions, and about the Dutch being generally rubbish at descent, ensued. It is all true!
When we got back to the cars I didn't waste any time and just headed home. The quicker I could get out of my wet gear, into the shower, into dry clothes, and then to the fire the better it would be! I know it is now officially spring, but I think I have learned I should nonetheless not underestimate the weather…
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