My run today was cold and wet and some may even say horrible but I loved every minute. From the lonely hour or more on the tops to the crowds of mountain bikers out for a bit of mud in the valleys, it was wonderful. Hills I've seen a hundred times seemed like whales cresting through the parted cloud banks and the crags above Derwent swept in and out of view. Obscured aeroplanes occasionally rumbled ominously in the distance.
I was the only runner above the shelter of the water level and my hot chocolate tasted all the better for it.
Most of all, I got a new stylish hat in the sales.
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