We were supposed to be racing today but we turned the car around and drove home. It was too icy to risk getting stuck and with pupster Hadrian relying on us to be back in good time, we couldn’t bear the thought of being late home. So with heavy hearts, Santa hats and glow sticks, we headed back.
It’s been a fairly busy week for me anyway, lots of varied running, plus I’d already banked an easy 4 miles this morning on the stunning, aptly named Frostrow fells:
This little guy has also had a good week:
Luckily, Ed salvaged a disappointing evening by suggesting a night run at home up to the top of Winder, so that’s what we did. Santa hats and all.
One benefit of not racing was being able to crack a beer on the summit-
It was foggy but eerily still, so we were able to sit and chat for a bit, the beer added an extra layer of course! Under a murky sky we meandered our way down for mulled wine and mince pies.
And here’s the rest of the week in pictures: