Day 14: A Chilling Achievement
Coldest Run in Years One word sums up today’s training: cold . At a brisk -3 degrees, this was officially the chilliest run I've tackled in years. The only comparable experience? Freezing my proverbial toes off as an assistant referee at Bishop’s Stortford on an equally frosty day a mumner of years ago. Back then, I was more concerned about offside traps than icy pavements, but the temperature left the same lasting impression—mainly on my extremities. Today, however, the focus wasn’t on flagging for fouls but on keeping upright while running. Every step was accompanied by the crunch of frost underfoot and the faint, treacherous shimmer of ice on the pavement. It was the kind of morning where you question the sanity of running outdoors but lace up anyway because the training plan doesn’t leave room for weather-based excuses. Dancing on Ice (Sort Of) The pavement this morning gleamed with that telltale sheen of danger, a reminder from nature that it doesn’t care for running schedules...