My neighbour told me it was going to be minus 7 last night (Saturday night) and walking outside at midnight to see the pure clarity of the sky, with its bright stars and sparkling moon, I can well believe her.
But by the time I woke up this morning, the sun had worked its magic and it was only zero in the shade and much, much hotter inside my goretex jacket in the blazing sun.
Having not run for a few weeks I didn’t try to achieve too much, but had a lovely run on some paths I’ve not used for a while. Even the mud underfoot was satisfying, with the slightly melted top surface crunching down gratifyingly giving me the feeling that I had levelled some of the ruts!
Overall I was out for 40 minutes and covered 4.9 miles at a speed of about 7.3mph. I reckon I would have been quicker still if I’d have gone running when we got back from skiing, but hey ho!