Many years ago, predates Spartans I believe, I was not so well acquainted with the forest. Each step I took was a voyage of discovery. Slowly I'd unlock tracks and trails, believing I was first man to tread these dusty woods. Once home, a contented tiredness would creep over me; heart rate slowing to the steady comforting beat of a drum, legs still moving in all but action.
I step forwards once more, into the unknown, under canopies of lush green. Sunlight falls through the gaps like dazzling organic glitter. As I move steadily along, at one with nature, the breeze on my legs turns to splashes from salty rock pools. I look up from my feet to see waves crash against the barnacled break waters. I'm surrounded by a low rocky cliff face and continue to make my way across haphazard broken rocks.
As the comforting umbrella of green becomes ever more distant, the landscape grows cavernous. I pass by a wrecked ship lying on the serenity of the shoreline. My curiosity draws me nearer to the caves. I travel down numerous tunnels in search of 'what'?! With many decisions to be made I feel ever more apprehensive. A wooden door greets me. Behind the door?
...This is all I remember. This Tuesday, it is our mission to find this place once again. I know it is there. With your help we can return.
This one is not very technical or hilly, speed tailored to suit (I'm not going to be going super fast, I've been lazy lately) Just a good ramble with the wind in our sails. There's a bit of road involved, so please be bright, be seen. Bring a headtorch with a rear light if you have one.
Run at your own risk and ensure you have mobile number of at least one other Spartan.