Day 110 – Out and Back Into the Quiet
It’s not often I’m up and out before the house has fully stirred during the Easter holidays, but today was one of those rare mornings where the trainers were on, the watch was set and I was out of the door just after 8am. Not quite “heroic effort” territory, but certainly early enough to feel like I’d earned the first cup of coffee before most people had even considered socks. Into the Valley, Again The plan was another 1-hour base run—nothing fancy, just a steady pace, the sort of run that settles into your muscles like an old story: familiar, gently paced, and mostly free of dramatic twists. I didn’t consciously choose the Highsted valley route again, but my legs seem to know where they’re going these days. I suppose that’s what happens when you repeat a path so often—it becomes part of the week’s rhythm, like bins going out or mysteriously disappearing teaspoons. The descent into the valley always brings a shift in mood. The roads give way to lanes, the air smells faintly of...