Day 253 – Week 37 – 37 mins

I was determined to do better today. So, when woken up by the delicate sound of the recycling men throwing wine bottles into their truck, I decided I should get myself up and try and go for a run.

It was almost 8.00am and only just light, but I decided I could get myself out there. What better way to mark the passing of the winter solstice than to agree that if I could go for a run on around about the shortest day of the year, then I would have no excuses once the light came flooding back.

And so I did. I couldn’t run on the pavement because it was too icy, but once I got to the park, I quite enjoyed crunching my feet on the frosty grass as I ran around the cricket oval. I came home well-pleased with myself.

It was only after getting back into bed with my cup of tea that I thought to look up the temperature.

Minus three degrees!!! I had been out in minus three degrees! Now if you are Russian or Canadian you are probably thinking that is an entirely appropriate way to spend such a warm winter morning. But if you are Australian like me, you are wondering if your heart can still beat in such temperatures. Especially when all my friends and family at home are probably sitting around the pool in about 38 degrees at the exact same moment that I am crunching the frost.

You bet I felt virtuous after that…

Suzi