marathonmummy

I’m torn between wanting it to snow (pretty, no packed lunches to make tomorrow) and wanting it to thaw (slid down the steps in the garden today when I was out feeding the chickens, need to train outside because the treadmill is no substitute). This is the longest time I can remember that we’ve had snow on the ground and freezing temperatures, and whilst the children are loving it I’m going a bit bonkers. I left the village for the first time in five days yesterday. The supermarket was full of people in woolly hats, panic buying bread and milk. Depending on which forecast you read, tonight we’re either due a thaw, or another four inches of snow.

I’m really hoping the children will get back to school this week so I can head out into the frozen wasteland with my lovely Garmin. Meanwhile, as the roads are still covered in slush and ice, tonight I’ll be on the treadmill for 80 – yes, you read that right – minutes. Run 3, walk 1, run 3, walk 1, run 3, walk 1…it’s exciting stuff.

Just a quick one tonight because I’m worn out after a hard training session this afternoon…

It’s been a bit cold and snowy here (do you like my understated approach to the coldest winter in the UK for a billion years?) so with all four children off school I’ve had to be creative with my training. Today’s mission: run up a hill carrying a sledge and dragging assorted children, then whizz down. Several hours later everything hurts so I think it did some good. Tomorrow, a dreadmill session. Not so much fun but a bit warmer than -3 at least. Brr.