Feeling the Pain

Nothing has flowed this whole weekend and I found myself at a very low ebb today. A storm was raging outside so I set off to confront the weather full on. Feeling the pain is what I've always loved to do when training. It's a kind of relief in a strange way. Running across the top of the moor the headwind was so strong that I felt like I was treading water, quite literally running in place. It was gusting to gale force with squalls of rain and hail. I was loving it. It got me thinking to how I've always been kind of addicted to pain, regularly pushing myself to the limits, running, cycling, working, getting into situations where I know I'm going to suffer. What is that about really? It's a rhetorical question. I'm not expecting anyone to tell me!

I headed down to do a circuit around Heber's Ghyll Woods and while climbing up and out over the bridges I heard a loud crack and a tree came crashing down just a few yards from me. I wouldn't have stood a chance if it had been much closer. That certainly got the adrenaline pumping. There was a lot of tree damage around, as witnessed here. Once safely out of the woods I had the wind on my back, which felt great - about forty years younger great! Unfortunately, I couldn't keep that momentum going once I returned back home from the wild weather. I was soon brought crashing down myself and the flow got well and truly stuck again. At least I had something to take from the day.