Mud, Mums and Medals
An Uphill Adventure
Something really significant happened to me on the 3rd day of 2016. Although I didn’t realise it as the time, I was pretty busy trying to stop myself from being killed.
Packed full of cheese and mulled wine from Christmas, I ran up a very very steep, muddy hill for a few miles and then hurled myself kamikaze style back down the other side, with little regard for what i might impale myself on at the bottom. With 200 other people. In the pouring rain. While recovering from a nasty chest infection.
All things considered it was probably a slightly insane thing to do.
