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Cold comfort

28 Jan

Thursdays have become big run nights, they’ve also become the coldest day of the week.

Wednesday was a balmly spring day, today there’s beautiful blue sky and yesterday there was snow.

Admittedly it didn’t last long, but the flurry that greeted me as I left the house didn’t inspire much confidence.

I’d arranged to meet Janine and Lyndsay at 7pm, but Lyndsay had got stuck at work and wasn’t going to make it.

I don’t know what kind of rollicking Janine delivered via the medium of text, but Lyndsay arrived shortly afterwards in running kit.

We shivered out, stretched and set off along the waterfront.

Last week freezing fog meant we couldn’t see a thing, so last night it was a pleasant change to see Wirral across the water, lights twinkling away. There were a couple of ferry boats all lit up for evening cruises bobbing along too.

Pace was very varied as we’re all running at different speeds, but there were sections where I really felt I was in a good paced, but steady rhythm.

At around the seven mile mark I started to get bored and cold, but by this point we were running for home so that was incentive enough to keep me going.

Stopping, I suddenly realised how cold it was. My top which was a bit sweaty was icy. Nasty.

Still, worth it for eight miles. I’m now starting to think the Liverpool half at the end of March is very do-able.

Hmmm.

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Snow excuse

18 Dec

So no run today on account of icy snowy conditions. Well, that and a hangover.

Last night was “Mad Friday” and so it came to pass that the work Christmas party took place in Liverpool despite blizzard conditions. Flakes the size of 50p pieces were flying everywhere, it was hard to believe we were in Merseyside. I’ve only ever seen snow like that before in the Alps. I’m not sure what was falling to the floor faster – women in inappropriate footwear or the snow.

Anyway, weather aside it was fun. For Liverpool types the venue was the new Clove Hitch on Hope Street – formerly El Macho – its fairly new and it was pretty good.

So I was a bit hazy of head this morning, with the start of a sniffle and when faced with the prospect of falling over in the snow or being pelted with snowballs (inevitable) I wimped out. Which means that there’s only one thing for it: Tomorrow it’s treadmill time.

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