Just over a week ago I took up running, as with all new things in my life I had previously mocked, pointed at and laughed as people ran past me when I was riding, I couldn’t understand why they’d run when they could ride.
But then something changed, I don’t know what, I never do, and I decided to become a runner. I’m not interested in ‘training’ or marathons or any of that bullshit, I just want to get into the countryside and run like my ancestors did thousands of years ago, I have no desire to run on concrete. Humans are designed to run, there’s no denying that and I’m looking forward to some super long days surrounded by nature without a 2 wheeled contraption between my legs.
In 10 days I have managed to spend over £200 on ‘essential equipment’: Pearl Izumi shoes, tights and jacket, Nike socks and a Garmin Forerunner 410 watch. I’m thoroughly ashamed of myself because I wanted to be all Neanderthal about this but hey ho.
On Sunday I went out on my first trail run with Owen, we took on the steep side of Kilvey Hill which is 500ft of elevation over a mile, then we came back down again, here are some lovely photos…
View of Swansea Bay from the top of Kilvey Hill, niiiiiiiice!
I posed like a teapot, classic
Owen was flying down these gravel parts like a rocket, wild.
He took us through some spiky plants, what a jerk.
This was my favourite part of the trail
Check out the route on my Strava and if you’ve never tried trail running I’d recommend that you do…