It's Snow Joke...

ok sorry for the bad pun...but really getting fed up with this snow!

Tuesday night substituted the weekly interval session for a long run with Lucy. She is away at the weekend and wanted to get her long run in during the week. The plan was for her to run 4 or 5 miles before meetingup to so the GWR winter 10.

By the time we met up the snow had started. Bear in mind this was snow falling on to already hard packed snow and ice the prospects of a fun run didn't look good!

Despite the snowy onslaught we were doing OK until Lucy admitted that she wasn't 100% sure of the route. Unfortunately, we didn't err on the side of shorter and by the time we were pounding down the Portway, trying to avoid the hard ice whilst getting a full on blizzard in the face we had already racked up 8 of our 10 miles.

Strangely, there weren't many other runners about that night trying their luck on the snow and ice. On top of the slippery dangers the cold air plays havoc with controlling my asthma and I had to take my inhaler at a couple of strategic points.

By the end of the run I was thoroughly cold and wet and had completed a 14 mile run - only two days after our 15 mile run. At this rate we'll have completed our training within 6 weeks and will be able to taper for 10!

This evening I went for a slow 4 - sadly when it's one step forward and half back in the ice and slush it really is a slow affair. An eight minute mile seems a far off memory, every moment spent running on ice-clear tarmac or concrete is an all too short treasured moment.

After one slip too many I ran along cursing the weather and conditions - I can only hope that it will soon clear and I can get back to some proper running.