miserable

Everyone gets their fair share of crappy runs. I had one of mine yesterday. After the mild euphoria of my unplanned long(ish) run a couple of Sundays back and then the absurdity of running in the dark and the snow at Grim I came back to Earth with a plop this week. This last week the snow has meant that there was very little I could do in the way of running… normally snow does not stop me from getting out but this was particularly nasty as after the first day it hardened into some kind of superslippery perma-frost which was almost impossible to run on. Then, a little later in the week, another flurry meant that there was a deceptively soft fluffy layer on top of the hard ice beneath. Not running weather.
Becoming increasingly frustrated at not being able to get out and run, I vowed to myself that Sunday morning, come hell or high water, I would venture out. So I wrapped up (hat, buff, 2 x long sleeve tops, gloves, tights, shorts etc) and set off.
And I really wanted to enjoy my first run in a week but failed. Within minutes of me leaving the house, in addition to the black ice under foot, everything seemed to become grey as a misty, drizzley moistness hung in the air, dampening everything including my spirits. Hertfordshire Council seemed to have been caught out by the long predicted cold snap that the media had been threatening for weeks and neglected to grit or clear any of the pathways. The frequent slippery patches meant that some parts of my normal route would be impassable so I had to stick to a workmanlike “out and back” along the main road. Even so, the ice under foot did at points have me tottering like a tipsy lady in too high stilletoes.
So an uninspired and uninspirational 11.6kms and the best thing about it was getting home and getting in the shower. Pah! Things can only get better…