I used to get quite stressed out about not getting out on the hills early season. Not anymore.
I enjoy the social banter at the wall; the smug feeling as the rain and wind batter the sides of the house; the running aimlessly through the woods with a head torch on and trying drastically to improve my swimming.
There are some days that just aren't hill days. Fact.
So, what does one do?
Obviously one buys a flight ticket and packs a kitbag.
*Whoop*