Well, despite my earlier apathy, I did manage to get out for a run. Massive thanks to all those who encourage me, but especially to daisylou whose blog that I read this morning gave me the kick up the backside I needed to stop moping about and being wussy. I togged up and set off, later than planned and feeling a bit peckish. I put a tracker in my jog pants pocket, just in case
I decided to stay on/around main roads instead of going off into the woods or the common, mainly because they were clearer of snow and ice and partly because if I did take a tumble I probably wouldn’t die all by myself, someone would hopefully come to my aid (although it was a close call, given the humiliation if I did go over on the main roads). A good long warm up walk, followed by a slow (hence the ‘snail’ reference) jog. By slow, I mean almost glacial (how apt!). It was probably the slowest run ever, at least for me (I challenge anyone to run slower). I had a few slips and skids here and there, but by using the cycle track i.e. sharing the road, on main roads and sticking to the edges of the path or even the deeper snow on the grass verges where necessary, I managed to stay on my feet all the way. Past Tesco and M&S, through the famous Brooklands race track (don’t get me started on how terrible it was that they were allowed to destroy most of it), where I was able to run on very soft and deep (for us southern softies) snow. Lovely……very slow going, but lovely. It felt like a joy to be alive
Up past the railway station, puffing and panting up the hill, by this time very thirsty, so I swiped a handful of snow from the top of a wall, it naturally formed a ball in my hand and I nibbled at it for several hundred yards. Delicious. Crisp white (I emphasise the white!) snow.
Then down on the home stretch, past my daughter’s school, the pathway packed hard with ice from several hundred feet that had passed that way earlier today. Out onto the dual carriageway, again, heels kicking high to stretch above the deeper snow, swiping another handful to hydrate. My music today was just iPod on shuffle, fast forwarding any particularly slow or unsuitable tracks, not wishing to pace any particular beats per minute, using it to zone out.
As I passed the back of the trading estate, a thought popped into my head. The problem with hydrating with two cups of tea and a litre of water and then running for miles in the cold is that you sometimes need a little comfort break. Here I was, alongside a dual carriageway between two towns. For a nanosecond, I considered nipping into the bushes, but with bare skinny branches, that didn’t seem like a sensible option, way too visible from the road, especially as I was wearing a fluorescent pink running top. Anyway, I was feeling a bit tired, I had visions of keeling over, pants down, and freezing to death. I thought about how embarrassing that would be and imagined what they’d put on my gravestone “here lies vixiej, found pants down in the undergrowth after taking a whizz in the woods”. Not one of my best moments, for sure
As I continued my run, I pondered the options. Hydrating with something that isn’t a diuretic would be a great place to start. A nappy might help. Hmmmmm, good point, I think tomorrow morning I’ll have time to trot in to town to top up on Tenna Lady
p.s. As I stopped running, at the 5.27 mile mark (of running, I did 6.5 miles including warm up/cool down walk) the sun came out, the sky cleared and a huge smile covered my face. 62 minutes of what I think is actually very good running, considering the weather And a new personal best on amount of time running, by one minute