Well that was particularly traumatic. I'm in Cornwall, land of dramatic cliff drops, emerald waters, sandy beaches and open skies. However, today was far from picturesque, the weather was shocking, like really really terrible. Thunderclouds, heavy air, whipping wind, the lot. All of it thrown at me for my morning run, when I say run... I mean there were times I was clinging to the fence for fear of being blown off the cliff, elemental was the word I was told and this certainly seems to sum it up. But, once I got into it I warmed up a bit, the too close for comfort cliff edge adding an element of je ne sais quoi.
Then the hail came. Just as I was trying to NOT regret the decision to run a marathon. Huge hailstones pummelling down, I ran/stumbled to a bit of tufty grass (yep there was not a lot of cover) and crouched trying to protect my stinging ears with my hands. In this vulnerable state I discovered the power of profanities, which did quite a lot to relieve the situation. This was my turning back point, I have no idea how far I had gone, but ran like mad back, sometimes crouching like a bright blue commando to lower my centre of gravity, which I genuinely thought would stop me blowing off the cliff face.
I made it back, rejoice and hooray, I am alive, and feel slightly more alive than ever. Despite the fire and brimstone chucked at me from sea and air. Although, I might not do it again, not until the sun is well and truly out.
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