Ice Ice Baby. Recognise that song? Well that was the theme of last week, a rather icy marcothon, Monday right the way through to Sunday!
Monday started with an easy run followed by some hill sprints. If you know that hill by the Art School you know the pain! 10 seconds is just long enough to make it feel like you are practically walking. Turning around with the sun at a rather awkward ankle you could hardly see where you are running.
The reality of Marcothon, especially when it has been pretty icy? Constantly having to dry out your trainers. It’s not the most glamorous.
The best bit about running at Christmas time? All of the pretty lights!
Saturday had hill reps around a rather frozen Kevlingrove Park. Continuing the theme of icy marcathon. Running for 3 minutes, 5 times sounds easy. Let me tell you it is not, it was so cold your knees didn’t feel like they were functioning.
Can we talk about this slope. It’s round a bend, which means you have just about gathered some speed when you have to slow down to turn a corner! Brutal is the other word.
Sunday morning had abvoe freezing temperatures, for a first time in a week. A balmy 6 degrees. However, this was coupled with some rain. The result, frozen black ice which was rather slippy. I wasn’t expecting it. So guess what, I went flying, landing straight on my bum. Nothing was hurt, just my pride. Was bound to happen at some point…
The geometric print on the ice was pretty to look at!