After days of anticipation there was quite a snowfall across much of the UK on Friday, so on Saturday morning I woke to a blanket of snow, probably around 10cm deep. I have not been running this week, for a few reasons but mostly because I have developed a strain in my hamstring or somewhere thereabouts.
Of injuries to have this sounds very much like the kind of injury a real sportswoman might get, but as with most aches and pains of the amateur runner, I am not really sure what is going on. Suffice to say it is hampering my running enjoyment but of slightly more concern I am signed up for a half marathon on March 17 – just over 8 weeks away and training thus far has been limited.
To try and fix the injury I decided to take the week off running so Saturday was my first run in 8 days, and I was delighted – no stupidly excited – to be running in the snow.
When the snow is of the powdery kind, it is soft underfoot and the landscape is transformed into a winter wonderland making our regular route magical. And as a bonus snowy landscapes demand lots of stops to take pictures, so perfect for easing me back into running after a short layoff.
The unfinished sentence... 