Snow-Mousie ...

Not a testament to my snow-sculpting skills (although I do a good line in Snow Cat), but more a comment on my run ...

Nearly left the run until tomorrow, as I have lectures etc to prepare, but after working on Romantic Symphony for rather longer than I intended I needed a break! Managed to find a gap in the snow so got my togs on (practically all the ones I own) and got myself out of the door. I don't think my garmin wanted to go, as it was being a TOTAL pest finding satellites: nearly gave up and used RunKeeper but a change of window seemed to work. 

My aim had been to get out and do more than a mile today: I had a few possible ways to go off the start of the route depending on how my chest felt and how the weather was doing. In the end I did the second longest - the route I'd planned last week before I got a bit lost - and did 4 miles.  It was nice and slow, practically glacial in fact as the ground underfoot was slushy snow, but that must have done the world of good for my heart etc. I have to admit that I classed it as 'cross country' in GRG (stats here too) - but that was partly because I would have been better off on skis. My knees are definitely feeling the slightly slidey underfootness now! On the run however they were just a TINY bit niggly - and I felt like I could have easily run twice as far being nice and cosy warm in my many layers (have to wear more now I've lost weight). Mojo seems to have reappeared, so rock on!

One particularly comic moment was after about a mile when the blizzard renewed and I found myself snowed into my own glasses ... if the abominable snowman was training for a marathon he probably would have looked something like me in a snow storm (although probably taller if he needs to scare anyone).  Thankfully when I changed direction soon after the snow got blown out again, or I might have had to try running sans goggles ... and given that I find my feet difficult to spot without them, I'm not sure curbs would have been too easy.

I have to say, I was getting a tad annoyed with other runners tonight ... I must have passed 6 or 7 other people AT LEAST on my way round and not a SINGLE one returned my nod (or wave in one blizzardy case).  Cyclists however (mostly on their feet pushing bikes) mostly smiled or said hi.   On our run in Cheshire on Sunday,  every single runner, cyclist and dog walker managed a hello (including 2 separate clubs in about 4 groups) ... admittedly some of them were Grandad's club, but most weren't and the difference between there and Edinburgh is frankly shocking. I can forgive the man who nearly brained me with an umbrella (as he wasn't looking) but do come on Edinburgh runners - smile at people occasionally! Especially if they are bright orange and covered in snow ...