Wow what an amazing weekend of running in fresh powder! There is absolutely nothing like it… well maybe that soft sandy beach at sunrise in Mazanillo, Mexico. I had a bit of a wimpy running week in that I went to the gym once for the intervals thing and watched an episode of “Dead like Me” from the comfort of the eliptical trainer…. and that was it! Well I made up for it with about 18 mile yesterday and about 12.5 today, all on the trails in deep snow which adds about 30% effort to the workout… IMHO anyway. If I was smart I would have dug out my gaiters that I used to use when I was into cross-country skiing, but that would be too smart. And anyway I sort of like the look on people’s faces as you appear from a gap in the bushes on to the regular trail covered in snow from the waist down. They sort of cringe and look at me as if I’m demented.
on a totally different note, I was chatting with my Dad this morning about the fact that I’ve sent the application for the VT100…. and he very nonchalantly says, “oh, I did one of them once, …..on a bike of course” so it comes to pass that as a young man he rode in a 100 mile road race… and did pretty well at that! “four hours & fifty something minutes” he claims! and I would be inclined to believe the God-fearing retired bank manager. I had to ask how old he was at the time… a mere 18 or 19! Now if he’s 77 now… born in 1931, one has to wonder what the bikes were like in 1949 post war London. Pretty basic & probably just a little heavier than today. So maybe I got my Dad’s legs !! shame I didn’t get his brains