Saturday morning I argued with my companion about which run I would do. This was made more frustrated as I'd already planned a 42Km run around the Berwyns. The impact of the argument meant I was still in bed at 11:00. Any trip far afield was now out of the question. I decided, we'd run closer to home. So, I selected a route which took in both Foel Fenlli and Moel Famau. I needed the vertical climb (vert). A short journey by car and we were at the car park at the base of Moel Famau. I prepared me and my kit. I knew my companion would be happy just sitting in the car and occasionally he has won. It's very rare that I race. By racing I mean head down and running as fast as you can with only the sound of your heart beats filling your ears. Today would be different. I would race my companion and beat him to the end. The route is 16km and as hard as I tried I couldn't put myself far enough in front. I could still see two shadows. Over two hours later I returned to the c
My running notes and thoughts which pop into my head whilst I run