In my previous post which was aptly named Freedom pt1 I wrote of the romance of running and how we get weighed down with stuff when trying to go for a run. Most running gear companies will try to sell us the freedom that running gives you. They give us pictures of smiley people running free, on the trails, in the sunshine and being one with nature. As most runners know the reality is far from this image. As a random fell racer once said to me *"I f***ing love fell running, the mud, the cuts and grazes, the sweat, the dried snot and that just the girls!" He was right, we runners look nothing like what advertising thinks we should look like. It doesn't matter what we look like though, sometime every once in a while something magical happens on a run that confirms the reasons why you run.
|Gate to Lose Hill|
|Halfway to the summit|
|Hope is down there somewhere!|
As I looked towards Mam Tor. Castleton was to my left and Edale was to my right. Not that you could see them, all you could see was a gently swirling carpet of cotton wool covering as far as you could see. It left me speechless, in awe and feeling very lucky to be alive.
|The Great Ridge|
|Me taken with the timer.|
This brings me back to the start of the post and the image of running we see in magazines and on TV. As I said before, the reality for normal, ordinary runners is far from this image but if you get out there and seek it, you'll find it. The advertising tries to sell us stuff, sell us the lifestyle, they can sell us expensive running gear, some good some bad but no amount of money can buy you moments like this. It is free if you choose to look for it.
*Thinking about it, I may use the start of this sentence as a tshirt motif "I F***ING LOVE FELL RUNNING"
**The time from gate to Summit was about 16 minutes but who's counting.