Day 68 – A Confusing Season
Spring is Here… Allegedly It’s the 5th of March, and spring is on its way. The early daffodils have started their annual battle with the elements, bravely pushing their little green heads up to greet the world. The afternoons are beginning to feel warm, and for the first time in months, I’m starting to run in daylight. A promising sign, you’d think. And yet, at 6am, as I laced up my trainers and stepped out for my run, I was greeted with a less-than-welcoming -1°C. British weather, it seems, has all the consistency of a plumber’s estimate Frozen Face, Warm Legs Setting off down the hill for what was meant to be a gentle base run, I was immediately met with a wind that had apparently received training in face-slapping techniques back in January. It was an uncomfortably cold start, but thankfully, I warmed up quickly and settled into the rhythm of an easy run. Nothing too strenuous, just a steady effort to loosen up the legs, which have been feeling a little worse for wear over the last ...