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Tuesday 5 January 2010

It's snow joke

So its the new year and thoughts are heading alarmingly in the direction of how many days it is until the biggest challenge of my life (so far). It's 138 by the way. And that means time to stop running aimlessly around just for the fun of it and time to find a serious running plan and put in those miles. So I did.

I found a great plan which will fit seamlessly into my current commitments and was simple to understand (Kenyan hills?!? 5x346m/7x23m?!?!?). "Brilliant" I thought, "I'll start it on Monday". I think I even put a "Woohoo" at the end of it. And then it happened. Just a little flurry at first, but that was enough. Snow, and now I hate it.

Now don't get me wrong, I love the kind of snow that sits around looking all nice and thick and fluffy. I absolutely love strapping on a pair of skis and hurtling down a hill in it. I even enjoy sticking on a colourful British Military Fitness bib and doing burpees in it. But that kind of nice, lovely snow is not the snow I have.

You see, I live at the bottom of a valley, close to the city centre. As a result the snow turns to slush in minutes and then freezes, meaning that on a good day running is tantamount to suicide. On a bad day it's just plain embarrassing.

So, the upshot of that is that I'm jogging on the Wii Fit and pretending it's training. Ho hum.

Here's mud in your eye.

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