It will come as no great surprise to my readers that I’ve run up another hill, and that I’m writing this blog post several months after the event. I don’t know if this is just my enthusiasm for this challenge waning (I assumed it would ebb and flow like the tides anyway), or that I’m just settling into a more realistic routine. There are 103 county tops on my list, and including the run I’m about to describe, I’ve only managed to run 8 of them so far.
NB: I’m actually writing this 3 months after we ran this hill, mostly because life got a bit busy, we had a holiday in the Alpes, blah blah blah, the usual excuses. Anyway, here it is.
What better activity to do on the hottest May Bank Holiday on record, than go for a run? I think that this might count as a genuinely stupid thing to do, especially when you know it’s coming.
NB: I’m actually writing this 3 months after we ran this hill, mostly because life got a bit busy, we had a holiday in the Alpes, blah blah blah, the usual excuses. Anyway, here it is.
What better activity to do on the hottest May Bank Holiday on record, than go for a run? I think that this might count as a genuinely stupid thing to do, especially when you know it’s coming.
It’s been a fun couple of months since my last hill challenge run back at Christmas. In that time I’ve trained for the Cambridge half marathon, it’s snowed, Julie and I moved in together (in the snow), and then we both ran the Cambridge half the day after (thankfully not in the snow; but it has snowed again since). This blog is called ‘Stupid Things’; I think running a half marathon the day after moving house, with just the two of us doing all of the lifting, counts as something stupid.
It’s been a fun couple of months since my last hill challenge run back at Christmas. In that time I’ve trained for the Cambridge half marathon, it’s snowed, Julie and I moved in together (in the snow), and then we both ran the Cambridge half the day after (thankfully not in the snow; but it has snowed again since). This blog is called ‘Stupid Things’; I think running a half marathon the day after moving house, with just the two of us doing all of the lifting, counts as something stupid.
