I finally managed to get away from Driffield, after anxiously looking out of the window a few times this afternoon to see the white stuff tumbling down ever harder.
The journey back was rubbish, with an initial 25mph crawl through a blizzard back to the M62 and then a rather more brisk blast through the driving spray and snow back home.
We normally try to get down to club by 6.30pm, as it's nice to have a chat with the gang, find out what everyone's been up to and discuss what people have planned for the night's run. Didn't get home until gone 6.30pm, so it was a very quick change into my kit before the 10 minute drive down to the club.
I needn't have worried because the turn out was quite low, due in no doubt to the crap weather.
So, we did the usual mile warm up to Hecky bus station and back, before setting foot on the track.
Not sure if the photo does it justice, but the back straight and homeward curve were still covered in a couple of inches of wet, slushy snow. Fortunately, the grip was pretty decent, although it meant that more effort was required to maintain the pace, which was a pretty quick seven minute mile. Add to this the persistent freezing drizzle, it was a proper treat.
The first 2K was despatched with the minimum of fuss with a welcome slower "active recovery" lap. However, midway through the second 2K, I was feeling the burn a bit and I then had to resort Paula Radcliffe's old trick of counting repeatedly to 100 on the last 2K!
After a one mile warm down to the bus station and back, it was a quick goodbye to all and back home.
I was so cold by the time I got in that I couldn't stand under the baking hot shower for long enough.
Anyway, we're now fed, washed and warm and are having a well earned rest before bed.
The brutal hills of Liversedge Half Marathon await on Sunday! Can't wait!
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