I was happily snuggled in bed with tea indulging in a festive re-read of The Box of Delights with no intention of finding out what a -6 deg wind chill feels like. However, the sun came up and the wolves were running through the snowy landscape of Condicote & Tadchester and somehow I felt I had to join them.
I chose the canal path intending to try and reach 5k given how freezing it was. When I started off nice & slow though, it just felt easy and rhythmic so I kept going and turned the run into a 10k (72 mins). I had a small piece of flapjack with me as I was quite hungry when I left and so had a little half way treat by one of the locks.
I can honestly say that I don't think I've ever enjoyed a winter run this much. The paths were deserted, the river frozen with moorhens paddling in broken patches and the frost looked magical on the foliage.
At one point I startled a heron who flew off slowly level with my head, disgruntled at having to move on. Little posses of robins kept darting about on another section around me and at eleven o'clock the ducks were silenced by a nearby church clock reminding me that I had lots to do today & to keep up the pace.
The old me (b4 C25k) would never have done this on such a cold morning & I'm a bit sad about all the beautiful seasonal runs I must have missed out on in the past. I hope I'll remember my 'wolves are running' run for many winters to come.
Happy seasonal runnings everyone!