I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again: there’s nothing quite like a long run on a Sunday morning. Whether that means pounding the pavements of London or discovering a new town by foot, the day of rest to some is a time to move for others. One of my favourite places to put myself through my paces is along the canal in Bath. Packed full of boats, people out fishing and other likewise sporting enthusiasts, the pretty stretch of water between Bath and Bradford-upon-Avon is ideal for clocking up the miles and enjoying the English countryside at its best. As these photos show, this morning was no exception.
The golden sunlight was just breaking through mist as I started my run cascading rays of light onto the muddy path. It really was beautiful. Then on my way back, passing by residents of the boats chopping wood or re-decorating, I saw a few canoeists dressed in Santa costumes. And with Jerusalem playing on my iPod and the greenery around me, I thought, yes, it really can’t get much better than this.
For me, that is what a Sunday run is all about, reflecting, enjoying and appreciating the world around you.
What do you think? Are you training for any races next year?