Hold the ice!

Running on ice!

I haven’t been out for a run since Sunday afternoon.  I normally rest on a Monday, and head out on a Tuesday morning.

But, seeing as we still have snow on the ground which has been slowly melting then re-freezing, I don’t think it would be too sensible for me to go out running at silly o’clock in the morning in the dark…on ice! Although the mornings do seem to be getting a little lighter.


As I have mentioned before, not running can put me in a grumpy mood. Especially if I haven’t been for a run on a day I had planned to go out! It’s very frustrating.

I think the early morning runs help to wake me up and to clear my head, allowing me time to focus on what tasks I have to complete that day, and organise them in my head. Although to be fair, I very rarely remember the order in which to do them! ha ha ha.

My next run will be…?

Who knows? The weather remains so cold. It is Wednesday today, the paths in the village remain icey and snow covered, therefore the morning runs are not going to happen.

The next time I run could be Saturday, that depends on how much snow we get Friday evening (if the weatherman get’s his predictions correct again!).

Until then, the frustration is building up…may have to just run and run on Saturday morning, no route planning, just get out there and run for a couple of hours!


Sunday 5th February 2012 – it’s snow joke!

Who believes the weatherman?

For the past week now the weather forecasters have been predicted a heavy fall of snow in the south and east of England. Would we get it? How right were they?

Remember Michael Fish in 1987? “contrary to what some people are saying we will not experience any strong winds” I remember watching that and thinking nothing of it. I woke up the next morning and our street was a mess. We’d experienced the strong winds.

Apparently we would start getting snow at around 9pm last night. Well by about 10 past 9 it had started.

They had got it right.

Mad dogs and Englishmen, go running in the midday snow!

After digging the car out this morning at 8 o’clock to go and rescue Wifey, who had gone out the previous night and not made it home due to the heavy snowfall, then coming home and taking the boys sledging, then heading home for hot toast and a cup of steaming hot chocolate, then out into the garden to have a snowball fight and build a snowman, I was itching to go for a run.

I wanted to run in the crisp white snow.

Didn’t quite happen that way though.

You throw like a girl!

The paths, we still covered in snow, it had been walked through, but was still untouched in some places. I started to run, but found it a little slippery and was running like a ballerina. Hmm the roads looked nice and clear now.

I ran on the roads instead.

I got funny looks off of most of the people I passed. I don’t think anyone was expecting to see a bloke in black shorts and a bright yellow running top at that time of day in that weather, and at that pace!

I ran in the road all the way around the route, at one point up ahead of me was a group of people, all ages, from sensible adults to 9-10 year olds, about 8 or 9 of them all talking and larking about. I paid them no attention, kept eyes front and my pace steady…got bloody bombarded with snowballs!! Kids I can understand, but adults?

None of them hit me, is it because my bright yellow top put them off or was I just too darn quick? Or were they just simply crap at throwing?

The run.

The run was a little shorter than the normal 5K route, as part of it was just too snowy to run on. But the pace was quick (not because I was being chased by people hurling snow balls at me), and I thoroughly enjoyed it!

Glad I ran in the road and dodged cars rather than run on the pavement and slip and do myself an injury!

You can see the chilly dash route here.