❄️🌟This is the run. This is the run! I remember the sense of achievement from last year. I couldn’t sleep very well; I was so full of anticipation.
I had decided to give myself a half term lie in and run at 6. My workday routine is pretty slick. But, this morning I accidentally kicked the dog doing dynamic butt kick things and had a total sensory overload when my husband popped his head over the banisters, Jo, bangin chunes, hubby argh. My head was already fried and I was doubting that Jo really really knew I was ready.
Then when I opened the door Jack Fost had been round and thrown a bucket of ice over the car.❄️
Oh no. The pavements. I don’t do slippy pavements... but wait. It looked like an air frost; the pavements were fine.
And off we went. 5 mins, the longest 10 minutes ever, then a few more.
As I was running round the “nice” estate I noticed the glistening. The frost had come down and hit road level. It was spreading around my feet. Was I Elsa? I slowed to a cautious jog and kept going.
Nicky Spinks wouldn’t stop. Nicky wouldn’t give in. She wouldn’t care about slippery pavements doing the Barclay!
Got to 4 minutes left and it was getting worse. I couldn’t run in the road as it was too busy.
With one and a half minutes left, I did a graceless loony tunes skid and pulled the run.
Nicky’s a nice lady, she wouldn’t want me to headbutt the pavement.
But, I’m happy! I’ll take 18 and a bit minutes!
Be careful out there this morning and happy running 🏃🏼♀️😄