So, last night I made it out in the deep twilight, for a cooling run around the lakes complete with headlamp.
No doubt I looked an utter fool.
Then after a failed Geminid meteor hunt till 3am somehow made it up for parkrun, in a hard frost and temperatures of about minus 3-4. The world was frosted white, sugar coating the frozen ground.
There is something extra rewarding about running in the cold. As well as a flawed, mistaken and deeply tragic feeling that I am, despite all contrary evidence, a tough guy.
No doubt I looked an utter fool.
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| Across Elm Avenue sports ground |
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| Reflections in a lake |
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| Moonlight paints the water |
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| Cyberman by night |
Then after a failed Geminid meteor hunt till 3am somehow made it up for parkrun, in a hard frost and temperatures of about minus 3-4. The world was frosted white, sugar coating the frozen ground.
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| The white world |
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| Pre park run shivers |
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| My long shadow at the finish. The volunteers must have been frozen. |
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| The finishing drag |
There is something extra rewarding about running in the cold. As well as a flawed, mistaken and deeply tragic feeling that I am, despite all contrary evidence, a tough guy.
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