Feet on the clouds

The early bird catches the worm they say. After a week of joy and sadness, anguish and peace, comfort and pain, I need to go into work today - which should have been my day off. So an early start and as I needed a bit of space, I set off to run down into Ilkley but my legs knew better and before I knew it I was heading up on t'moor.

An amazing cloud inversion left me above the clouds that filled the valley around. Where i ran it was clear, cold, radiant and damp.

I could get all metaphysical describing it all - something of the sky, the infinite, but also the heart pounding, leg screaming and not least the dirt that I ran in -(from dirt we come from, from dirt we return - but also i think to and from the stars....)

Meanwhile back on planet earth - for those who strangely seem bothered, last 2 weeks 60km, and 4 hours of dirty, nasty, big grin mtb, Oh and entered me a race of 2 - Conniston 14 in March and i'll return to racing at the Stoop before Christmas