Running in The Bushes

Many years ago a mountain almost killed me, for real....so the fact that I am now getting a little obsessed with not only climbing them (or their rocks) but also running along their trails in somewhat ironic, strange or a bit of a worry if you're my Mum.

Here and now, a lifetime away from being airlifted off Mont Blanc; I have discovered the joy of running through the bushes, I am very slow, around 7 minutes a km and occasionally fall on my face, I get covered in scratches and bruises but I feel free in a way that is almost spiritual.

If I didn't have a heart that only functioned at 50% capacity and all the time in the world to get fit and play in the mountains this is what I would like to be....