Leaving the house....

I finally made myself put my running gear on and head out to the park. I did what I laughably called a 'warm up' jog (not sure my body temperature ever got above necrotic), then did 5 circuits of the 1 km track, alternating running and walking. I'm hoping to build up to 10, then reduce the amount of walking. It was crazy because the south side of the track was warm and pleasent, with a bright blue sky lighting the snowed in pond, which is pock marked with the feet of overly optemistic ducks.. The north side, though, was bitterly cold, with granular snow blasting its way across the tarmac. On every circuit, the sun would get a little lower and another layer of ice crystals would accrete on the colder sections of the path. I didn't like having the low sun behind me as it gave me a pear shapped shadow. The water in the cap of my bottle froze, blocking the spout. Walking was in some ways tougher than running- my lungs might not have been complaining but the rest of my body was missing the extra heat generated on the runs.

I had Andy's iPod for company, Kosheen to be precise- one of the few albums we can actually agree on. I feel a million times better for the exercise, so even if I pay for it later it was worth doing. I am bone chilled and stiff, and would like nothing better than a hot shower.. pitty Mr Mucous appears to have cut our water supply off. Nice of him to warn me huh?