So that, as they say, is that. The last of the point-scoring races of the Kendal Winter League came and went on Sunday. It's hard not to feel a sense of nostalgia that this small, but perfectly formed series is over for another year.
Over the two years that I have run them, they've somehow provided a reassuring consistency at an otherwise indifferent time of year. Something to aim for when the couch is a far more enticing bet than layering up and lacing on some soggy fell shoes. But it's also way more than this. It's having a nod and a laugh with other fell runners that you know will be back next week for more, just like you.
From where I stand (generally somewhere near the back of the pack), the cameraderie is in a league of its own. There's a bond that just 'is'...and it's robust and layered with a wadge of humour borne out of the weirdness of doing this nutty sport. Some friends I'll meet at other fell races in the coming season. But it won't be quite the same. Some I won't see again until next year. In any case, with luck and a following wind, we'll pick it up just where we left off last time...
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