The clocks went forward on the weekend. That meant an hour less sleep, but an hour more daylight in the evening.
To celebrate the extra light, I went along to Mwnt with Scott to join him for one of his training sessions.
We ran from the beach, up all the steps, along the top of the cliffs and up the hill. Great view.
We ran back down and did it all over again, and again, and...
Then just as the light and our legs were fading, we finished with a set of sprints.
My lungs boiled and my legs went wobbly.
I decided I'm not training for anything in particular.
I'm running for that place your head goes when your body comes alive.