joy of running

it's 5am. dark. damp. no, wet. cold. and misty.
myself and the pooch head off for what i thought would be a forgettable 5 mile trot round our lanes.
but no. there i was loving every footfall every stride. we could have run forever today.
running never ceases to amaze me how sometimes when you least expect it, you enjoy every single moment of it. even when all the elements are against you.