Fired up from my first foray of the year last week I returned to the Brecons to stretch the legs for a second time and work out quite where I went wrong the time before.
Mother Nature was on hand however to remind me of our fateful recce's of the Lake District this time last year and the full force at her disposal when she so chooses.
The upper reaches of the track to Corn Du were edged in snow and at the saddle a fearsome northerly wind was howling.
The rest of the way to the top of Pen y Fan was a battle of attrition. The path was completley covered in snow, visibility was down to a few metres and you could feel the hail through your waterproofs.
Training on days like these has it's benefits. You have the hill to yourself, test your gear and strength of mind and feel like you've been up in the mountains for far longer than you actually have. It also augments the appreciation levels come the long summer days as you bask in the beauty of a view and hark back to when the weather wasn't quite so clement.
Mother Nature was on hand however to remind me of our fateful recce's of the Lake District this time last year and the full force at her disposal when she so chooses.
The upper reaches of the track to Corn Du were edged in snow and at the saddle a fearsome northerly wind was howling.
The rest of the way to the top of Pen y Fan was a battle of attrition. The path was completley covered in snow, visibility was down to a few metres and you could feel the hail through your waterproofs.
Training on days like these has it's benefits. You have the hill to yourself, test your gear and strength of mind and feel like you've been up in the mountains for far longer than you actually have. It also augments the appreciation levels come the long summer days as you bask in the beauty of a view and hark back to when the weather wasn't quite so clement.
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