This weekend I ran (walked/crawled!) up my local big hill Alphin Pike. I don’t know the exact details but Strava tells me I reached 1521ft, starting at about 480ft, which makes this little adventure a contender for the highest point reach on a run for me.
The climbing was lung bursting. For the climbing I alternated walking and running, with running being almost impossible on some of the more erroded bits of path. I admit I stopped for a sit down on a stile halfway up in an attempt to get my breath back.
What I enjoyed most about this run was the feeling of freedom. I didn’t bother switching my Garmin on and not having to worry about pace or timings was liberating. This was the most challenging, and longest off road run I have done on my own too. Normally if I’m out on my own the off road bits tend to be smaller hills, less challenging terrain. But I survived and I loved it. Just don’t tell my Dad I went running up wild hills on my own or I’ll get a telling off.
Once I reached the trig point I felt really great so decided to run along some of the paths up on the moorland before the fun of the descent. I’m definitely getting the off road bug and a love for challenging hills.