…..this morning unless of course I was training for dancing on ice, it was treacherous. It was by far the slowest 3 miles I’ve done in a long while. It was by far the scariest run I’ve done. I gingerly criss crossed from side to side of the lane seeking out running water or the grass in the middle of the lane (thank you Devon) as the safest place to be. There was lots of cries from me of ooooohh ahhhhhhh ewwww and am sure at one point a cry from the bushes of a clear 10, in a distinct Jason Gardiner type voice.
Have never been so glad to be back home on terra firma carpet. It was a beautiful morning though but not an experience I shall be repeating any time soon, next time ice will delay play until lunch time.