For the third time in the last week I have run in sub-zero, aka brass-monkey effect, weather.
It has been amazing. The countryside is breathtakingly beautiful with its frosty trees and frozen lakes. Every now and then a swan will elegantly glide past to say hello. Pure heaven. Also because I am usually the only person around. Today daughter Becky (Week 3) joined me while I had a bash at the Speed podcast. Short, sweet and reasonably painful I would say, but definitely do-able. Only thing is, on the 155 bpm, Laura's 1,2,3,4s don't drive me very far, I mean, I'm almost running on the spot, whereas on the 165 bpm I seem to bound away like a crazy horse. I am obviously doing something wrong, OR, it could be the fact that I'm only 5 foot 3 and therefore my little legs can't get me that far on Laura's "slower" beats. Who knows, whatever, I'm having fun!