At last . . outdoors

I had given a suggestion that I might be back running again in March. I was sorely tempted not to go – a full three months not running outdoors – but I tried a couple of miles first, and everything seemed ok, so I took the plunge and decided to run with the club. On Tuesdays we run from a place called Saville Moor. It is called a moor because although it is parkland, it is relatively high, and exposed. It is on many occasions quite parky – in the cold sense, not the cut grass sense.
I went with one of the slower groups. We only did about five miles, but it was very friendly, and though my knee was uncomfortable, it was not either during or this morning, any worse. No sharp pains.
I cannot exaggerate the pleasure of actually getting out again – the cold, the dark, the hills. Did I mention the hills? I ran up all of them. There were none of the bigger hills we have around here, but even moderate ones here would look relatively substantial in many corners.
I will no doubt have to work on my stamina and leg strength, and above all to watch out for the knee, but I am, this morning, very much happier.