Many of you, like me, will have been going a little stir-crazy about not being able to run due to what are called “adverse weather conditions” (usually by public transport operators when your bus/train/plane delete as appropriate is cancelled and they need an excuse). While we runners tend to be a tough enough breed, there are limits to our ability to carry off ice skating manoeuvres without a) looking daft and b) sustaining a serious injury! Snow I can do – ice I just do not get on with.

I spent the days before Christmas frantically eyeing up pavements from the bus trying to judge runnability. I probably looked slightly odd peering anxiously through steamed up windows at icy paths but by this stage I was getting a tad desperate.

Now we’re back after Christmas and it seems that one of my routes is now runnable. I was out the door for the first time in about 10 days, having even refused the option of going to the sales (yes really!)  So no clinging to lamp posts or fences required this time or weaving round piled up snow which motorists had kindly dumped off their cars right across the payment - no today there was only dense fog of the pea soup variety. But I didn’t mind – really anything at all is preferable to ice  (no doubt I will be reminded of saying this when the gales and rain come tomorrow, as they inevitably will now!)

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