Ninety percent of my training is on the treadmill. Various reasons - easier to stick to the prescribed paces, no potholes or rocks and you can even wear your pyjamas assuming your treadmill is at home.
This morning, though, I realised how much I have missed our country road runs. The early mornings are fabulous - beautiful scenery, no traffic and the only spectators are cows, buck and birdlife - again, I could probably wear my pyjamas. They don’t give a shit what I look like or at what pace I am going!
