In my previous post “Sweating it out’, I made mention of a hill at the side of the Siller Pass, which I briefly thought about climbing, before changing my mind.
Well, I changed my mind, again. I had left wife and son in Puerta Pollensa as they wanted to take the bus home and I didn’t.
I walked out of Puerta Pollensa in the late afternoon sun and started running when the road turned to track. I stopped again on the saddle of the Pass and looked at the two hills either side of it. Two big gate posts. I reckoned I could get a better view of some other trails from on top of one of them.
It was unplanned and I hadn’t told anyone where I was going and I didn’t have much phone battery. So I picked the nearest hill and started climbing. Sometimes you’ve just got to.
It became quite ‘airy’ and exposed and I had to grab handfuls of rock and vegetation to pull myself up. There were some goats up above me, so it had to be climbable. It was while scrambling across a rather vicious boulder I realised I would not be able to do much running on this hill. But that disappointment faded at the top, as dozens of spectacular running routes came into view.