The sun’s well up these days as I leave the house at six thirty for my early morning runs round the neighbourhood, that is if I could see it…It was obscured by an unbroken ceiling of grey cloud this morning and as I left the warmth of the house the cold North Westerly breeze almost took my breath away.
I’ve been trying to lose some clothing now that spring is here, “What!” I hear you say, I don’t wear all that much anyway, but I’m getting warm after the first mile or two and there is nowhere to put my gloves and I have to wear them until the end. I’ve already managed to ditch the hat, and the gloves are next but I could have done with them today…
So with cold hands I crossed the field and into the woods observing the mass of Bluebell leaves ready to flower in perhaps a week or two, it’s going to be quite a display this year…
Down the mile long drag of the main road with wall to wall traffic and miserable faces staring out at me while making their way to work, I wonder what they are thinking…“Daft Sod”…
Struggling a bit now as I turned off and joined the lane, keep it going lad just one and a half to go. A couple of dog walkers came into view, blimey! that looks like Keith, one of my old running buddies out with his missus and the dog ‘Why aren’t you running you slacker?’ I thought as I jogged past. But I only ended up passing the time of day with a smile in the end…
I lumbered down the drive and was surprised to see the time was just 20 seconds outside a seasons best…Must be doing something right…