I let the hot water of the shower just fall on me and think back.
I remember the energy of the first climb and the burning muscles of the last. I recall the joyous morning sun and the oppressive midday blaze. I smile at the buzz when explaining to others on the fell the task I am accomplishing today.
I remember the feel of the sharp stones under my shoes and the throbbing in my feet when I stop. The weariness in my body and the refreshing green tea. The sting of sun burnt shoulders and the roughness of a sun cream-matted beard.
The shower washes away the weariness and the dirt and the sun cream. But not the smile. Not the joy of a day’s running in the sun; of completing what I set out to do.