Running is a true gift. More specifically, it is a truly humbling gift. As a tiny, young American woman, from the very, very flat lands of Chicago, my first experience running with the Carnethy hill runners was at the very least humbling, and at the most, downright embarrassing. Luckily, no one runs because it’s attractive, so in the end even though my arse was covered in grass, my legs were covered in some unknown species of plant, and my pride was, and still is tumbling down some rocks on Aruthur’s seat, I had an absolutely wonderful time. (the amount of running vs. walking/tumbling/sprawling/climbing still to be determined.) The people I met, especially my ever patient guide, Mary, as well as the views to be seen, plus the ever enthralling release of dopamine into the bloodstream made my first running experience in Edinburgh something to be remembered. It reminded me of the beauty of running, how much there is to still learn about running, and that each and every day we can run is truly a gift. So, to the Carnethy Hill Running Club: Thank you, for an amazing introduction to hill running in Edinburgh.
Anya