It is the most beautiful, crisp, winter morning in Kent. The grass says “crunch” underfoot and we are breathing out clouds. The sun is catching the ice layering the fields and hedgerows, making them sparkle and glint. Magpie-like, I want to put on my running shoes and take a closer look, become part of the landscape. I have had a rest day... it’s all out there, pristine, waiting for me. But then I won’t be able to run tomorrow and will instead have to wait for an hour looking at a running track waiting for my son to finish athletics... dilemmas dilemmas! 😆
Update: So I put on my deck wellies (designed for boats, with minimal grip, the equivalent of running shackles) and went for a walk. It was mid morning by the time I got out and where the sun had warmed the ground it was a little slippy, but not too bad. I thought I would scope out a new running route... there are a few hills to think about, there are a dozen gates to negotiate and I’ll need to go earlier when the ground is frozen - I spent more time than I wanted to looking at the ground, as it was a tad uneven and muddy in places - but that’s ok, because look at the view when your head comes up.
I’m finding as I run further that I am pushing my perimeters. I’m lucky enough to have this (literally) on my doorstep and have walked various parts, but running is turning me up new pathways. This walk was 4.5km and took 44 minutes... I wonder how long it will take to run it...?!