It didn't take long. The next day I spent an hour or so contorting myself into various positions trying on wetsuits with the intention of dragging myself into the April sea. Brrrrrr. I tried on several winter wetsuits in a surf shop in St Ives, run by a number of cool-looking surf dudes. The whole process was all rather embarrassing to say the least because 1) I know nothing about wetsuits, 2) everytime I tried on a wetsuit I had to ask someone to extract me out of it, and 3) I looked like a complete frump. How I imagined I'd appear in a wetsuit was a world apart from how I actually looked. Looking in the mirror was a bit of a shock but it certainly gave me a kick to step up my running!
The next coastal run on the Lizard in Cornwall was inspiring and great running terrain. Hills, breathtaking views and soft grassy slopes. Perfect.
Did I get in the sea you may ask? Well my husband did. My eight year old daughter did. But I just dipped in a toe and that was enough. It was freezing. I like to think that the wetsuit will be a long-term investment. I watched some great body boarding action at Kynance Cove though. Amazing.