Going to bed last night with the words “it’d better not be snowing in the morning” and getting up with the words “it’s snowing” lead to a combined chorus of protest at the weather between JogBlog and I. Hers because she likes to be warm. Mine because I like to be able to do things without a never ending struggle. Much as I accept that I’m on the planet to loathe my life and have to do everything properly (each and every sodding time I take a shortcut I get caught out. I only attempt one about every three years now just to keep my hand in but I might as well not bother. It’s partly why everything I do takes so long. Among other things I’ll be second guessing where I’m going to be caught out and receive a boot up the arse), sometimes it’d be nice if at least the planet wasn’t against me.
So I quickly decided that I’d sort out my money queries, drink coffee, swap JB’s travelling to school bike tyres for winter knobbles as opposed to the slicks normally on there, then go for my run early just in case things continued in a white direction.
And my choice of route was my favourite Gill Lane but as an out and back instead of the loop. Deciding on trail shoes I didn’t want the more main road with no snow cover, I was hoping for snow all the way.
And I got it. I plodded around the off-road path which is normally a mud bath through the winter but was properly frozen today which was a welcome break to the road that leads to interesting things. The road from there was ace. Not a patch of grit as yesterday but where it was clear then (apart from the icy patches I slipped around on), it must have frozen heavily overnight for this morning it was white. Car tracks had compressed most of it, leaving options for grippier fresh bits (about an inch thick on top of compressed base) or slippier driven-on portions.
In the Adidas Kanadia Trail 4’s I was wearing, to be honest, it didn’t matter a jot. They were an inspiration. Not a slip or slide, not a bit of movement in the shoe, not a hint of anything but satisfaction that I could run exactly as and where I wanted. It’s a funny feeling being on snow and ice but knowing you won’t fall over. They’re like my mountain walking boots only 50% grippier – simply incredible. And with the snow falling heavily but in small flakes, the depth wasn’t increasing enough to make my feet wet or cover the tracks I was making before my return journey, as I was soon to find out.
Literally re-tracing your own footsteps is intriguing. Odder still is that my strides were slightly longer on the return journey. Same pace but easier pacing. A lovely trick to try to remember when I’m tiring.
Getting home revealed that it was also the quickest run of Janathon for me. No intention to do so but I guess the shoes are more responsive than my usual trainers. I’ll not be chasing the pace tomorrow because my achilles on the right leg is tighter than a drum now but it’s nice to know the shoes aren’t slow when I return to proper trail running when things dry out a bit.
A small cycle after lunch eased aching muscles, tomorrow can’t come soon enough.
Except I’ll be at work.