It would have been easy to stay in bed.

It was the sort of morning that you just new it was cold without going outside. People walking by in hats, overcoats, scarves and gloves. Birds sitting in the trees with feathers puffed out to retain body heat. Branches swaying in the wind indicating a north easterly is blowing. It was dry with just a hint of snow. We tried to find a reason not to go running but were unable to find one. I put on an extra vest and we set off. Anything between six and ten miles would be ok. The first two and a half miles were along side of the main road. Quite a lot of cars moving taking people out  for the day. Not many walkers or other runners it must be too cold for them. We turned off the road and took to the fields which were frozen. We passed a Sparrow Hawk on a hedgerow looking for his Sunday lunch. It was quite a contrast after the weeks of struggling through glue like mud. We ran about two and a half miles before we hit Tarmac again then a gentle incline all the way home. Seven and a half miles recorded which was just about the right dose of medicine under the circumstances. I had a quick brush with the Scales of Injustice when I got home. Disappointing.