Feline Dream

When life becomes a little overwhelming I run. In a break from my normal routine, I’ve stepped off the treadmill and out into the real world. Scotland isn’t exactly known for it’s stunning weather but I’m finding that this suits me. So far I have run in the cold, the wind and the (torrential) rain. Today I ran in the fog. It felt like the end of the world. I shrugged off all preoccupations and all expectations and ran (not very fast) until my legs felt like lead and my breath ripped out in rags. Tonight I feel better; sore, but better.