Fibre runners was formed on an early Sunday morning trail run with some friends, we talked of living off the land as we ran and eating what nature provides without explosive incidents.
I am a "teller of stories" so I have been told by a very wise man and here you will find the stories, pick and choose as you see fit.
I would have loved to have written last night about a delightful club run with my fellow PWRs, alas it was not meant to be. I arrived home exhausted, changed into my kit and sat down on the sofa. Two hours later I woke up and realised it was now past 8pm and too late to join the club. I scoffed my dinner down and went pretty promptly to bed - I obviously needed it.
Due to the amount of sleep amassed it seemed sensible to get up early and go for a run before work instead - heading out the door just before 7 for a 5-mile jaunt it was still dark but a steady flow of lights from the early traffic lit my route. As the sun began to rise the skyline started to turn a beautiful glowing red and orange, It's a shame I didn't have my camera to take a picture as it was truly lovely, this is what makes the early runs so special.
The run did not leave me so refreshed as I continued to feel tired throuout the day but I fought the urge to bail from my spinning class and arrived ready to ride! The aircon was not on at full blast and so the sweating commenced as soon I neared my spin bike... except for a little calf cramp towards the end I made it through okay and though it was tough I was glad I went. I was even more glad that a sausage casserole had gone in the slow cooker today and was ready waiting for me as I walked in the door!