The wind bites cold at my legs as I exit the warm cocoon of the car, I’m starting to think that it might have been a little early in the year for running in shorts.
As I fine tune the grip of my laces I know what lies before me and it holds no dread, 2km of unrelenting upwards.
“We only have half an hour till the on-line race entry closes, so what shall I do?” well, sign me up, I’ll do it.
My fingers rest in the metal grooves of the trig point, palm upon the cool concrete, my heart hammers a staccato rhythm in my chest as I watch the town far below awaken.
I do not want to set the alarm, I do not want to get up early. I do not want to run in the dark anymore.
I’m devoid of emotion, cold, numb, the landscape wraps around me and clouds gather on the horizon.
The night before I’m sat in Pizza Hut wondering if eating a ‘blazin-inferno’ pizza is really the best way of preparing for a 10k race.