Sweet little sixteen

Hot on the heels of my visit to the wonderful Galina, osteo to the stars, I had a grand old 16km hill run on Tuesday - leaving work early, arriving home to clothes all laid out neat and a charged ipod (trust me, all these things are a rarity) and hit the hills around NW London. It was minus three celcius, but I didn't know that, so I was quite cold, and singing a lot of 90s powerballads and quite frankly had the best time ever!

The moon was full, the hills were a nice mix of challenging and fun and I felt like I could tackle anything including repeating the run another two times (and then some).