Day 15 done. 1 degree with a wind chill factor of -5. My legs and arms are like blocks of ice.
But I’ve been on an adventure. It’s sods law, mind you, that last night I could have gone leaping for miles under the frosty stars but had to do a short slow run to keep my friend company: today after a very bad night with little sleep, it was out in wind so strong it was like an unseen hand holding me back on the steep climb out of Chipping Norton.
Then, in my wisdom, and wearing road instead of trail shoes, I decided to explore unknown territory and take the right hand side of the salt way, a route I haven’t been down before. All I can say is thank goodness for dog walkers, including the one whose dog chased three horses round a field we were crossing.
So uphill and down dale, along wooded trails, across a stream, through very slippery icy mud, then back home feeling chilled to the bone but strangely exhilarated. I may be freezing and it may have been very slow because the terrain was so dicy, but it’s one of the best runs I’ve ever done. Anyway, the photos say it all.
That’s pretty much halfway.