Since moving back to Surrey, I’ve been lucky enough to be holed up next to a large expanse of woodland (largely in the ownership of some bird called liz).
As a result, my runs have taken on a rather more off piste feel. Running is the woods is certainly more life affirming than pounding Tarmac (it’s a brandname, ok?) and I would thoroughly recommend it to anyone with pavement fatigue.
Get happy, get muddy!
Peace out bro.