today i had my first (and last) pickled egg. it's strange what dehydration and the shock of september sun can do.
new shoes. the fear of a fast approaching trail race. blue skies. and the motivation of friends (real and virtual). led to a morning on the first half of the edale skyline.
easy chatting up ringing rodger. actual proper running along the edge. steady and comfortable up win hill. holding back on the down into the valley. slow and steady to the top of loose hill. thirsty, thirsty work. a gentle trot along to mam tor. a confidence boost that my running needed. and maybe just , maybe the start of real training...or just the start of a lovely weekend.
photo stolen from jumbly's flickr