Running Retreats
When the alarm goes just before dawn and I have to haul myself out of bed, I find myself questioning my life choices. “I’m supposed to be on holiday, what on earth am I doing?”
But ten minutes into our group run, as the top of Mont Blanc, rising above us, starts to turn golden, I find myself getting into a rhythm. As I make my way up the trail, strewn with fallen pine needles, it all starts to make sense. We emerge from the trees to the most glorious sunrise you could imagine – the peaks jagged and majestic – beaming smiles on our faces as blue mist snakes through the valley below us.
HEALTH AND HAPPINESS
A running camp is not everyone’s idea of a holiday, but for some people setting off before dawn on a ten-mile run, then coming back glowing with endorphins to
