Perfect running weather yesterday. Cold, fresh, but not windy or raining.
Freshly togged up in a nice clean kit with the essentials for that kind of weather: a double layer of tops, protection on the nipples and nice warm gloves. Before we knew it Mr. Fegan and I had ran nearly 10 miles. Highly enjoyable, but a bit painful in parts. Primrose Hill is perfect for running - it's something you focus on before you get there, something you hate running up, but also something that gives you an immense feeling of gratification when you've conquered it.