Sunday morning my alarm beeped chirpily at 6am and I begrudgingly opened my eyes into the darkness of a February morning. The night before had been a panic of packing food into my rucksack, making sure all my running clothes were clean, dry and ready to go.
I slept strangely, constantly waking up every few hours, as if I didn’t quite trust my phone to annoy me to wake.
At 6:15am I pulled on an outfit, which two years ago I would never have...