A winter warmer

The South East of England having ground to an unseemly halt as a result of extreme weather conditions - snow - the prospect of working from home (and logging some trail running miles at lunchtime, there being no chance of hopping on the bike safely) loomed large this morning.

After sending a prodigious number of emails over the course of the morning and much of the afternoon, I finally pulled on my thermal strides at 3.55pm and sallied forth into the snow ...

Not a good run by any estimation.

Not for the first time, it swiftly became apparent that the hours between 3pm and 5pm simply don't work for me (blood sugar, perhaps?) and that attempting any sort of run during this period is futile. There was nothing in my legs. Nothing at all.

6 1/2 junk miles best put behind me, I feel.

Tomorrow ought to mean 6 - 8 miles in London at lunchtime: onwards and upwards.