My first mountain trail race. Pizza, pasta, beautiful scenery and Aperol Spritz on tap.
It may have taken me 10 years, but I have finally begun running for the right reasons.
Nike Air Zoom Pegasus laced, shorts, an old t-shirt, a backpack containing a few snacks and a change of clothes, I headed off on my first trail run.
Then, one morning, I felt like running - properly. Not inside on a treadmill. So I did.
I'm not really sure where my love for running came from. It certainly didn't start out as a love, it was more of an escapism.