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Tuesday, 20 January 2015

A Cold Run Home



It’s cold, -2, so I don’t fancy the bike instead I decide to bus and run... Must do something after my dreadful performance on Sunday.

I offer L the chance of jogging up to meet me in Bramcote and running home with me. She declines. I’m now even too slow for her.

It’s predicted to be a cold run home. The local paper forecasts pretty much 24 hours of constant snow, saying we’ll be buried under 8cm of the stuff by tomorrow. Will look forward to that. The BBC forecast disagrees totally, so it must be true. It’s due at 4pm.

4:30... still no snow... Not even any snowy looking clouds. 

5:00... still nothing. I jog to Chaddesden, then get the bus to Stapleford and run home from there. It goes relatively well, albeit very slowly. I don’t wheeze too much but then it is practically pan flat. The knee seems to hold up, at least it doesn’t get any worse.

(Tuesday 20th January)

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