December 2008

[Sweder]

Nipped up to Highworth (on the edge of the Marlborough downs) for New Years and couldn't resist an invitation to run with my cousin-in-law and her local group. Minus four this morning when we tiptoed from the slumbering house into a veritable winter wonderland. Jack Frost had partied hard, bestowing his gifts across the hedgerows. Spiders' webs hung like wet snot across the windows and gateposts, crusted verges sparkling, bejewelled in the early sunlight.

We drove off to the middle of nowhere, took out a local map and ran for a shade over thirteen kilometres, starting out gently, slowly cranking up the pace to sub five-minute klicks for a total run time of 1:11. I felt fantastic, running freely on the ice-hard country lanes, soaking up the occasional hill, chirrupping away with my new-found friends (all FLMers in 2009). When I get chance to download the Garmin data I'll publish a map (and find out officially where we were/ went). Until then, enjoy tonight and I'll see y'all in 2009.