It's often said that you have the best times when you don't make plans, that was the case for me this week.
It started with the Watford Half Marathon which I found I was running only 24 hours before the race. I was confident about the mileage, just not about the speed. Surely it's better to be running a race motivated by the people around you than hitting the pavements alone on a Sunday morning. Runner's World described the course as following Hertfordshire's country lanes, up some testing climbs on a rewarding course!, and that was exactly how I would describe it, I loved it!
There were 2500 of us running so the atmosphere was great. A little cold to start but that didn't last long once we got going, then as usual I felt I had too much clothing on. Lots of hills, up and down... after all what goes up must go down. I missed the 10 mile mark as I must have been loving the running too much, but the 11th mile was my favourite; wind, sun, crisp leaves blowing around my feet and then to cap it all it started snowing... what a moment. The guy in front of me opened out his arms like Jesus, I smiled to myself and took a few moments to take it all in and I'll remember that moment forever - magical! My race time was 2:05.
The snow continued and I was living in winter wonderland all week. I spent my rest days playing in the snow allowing my body to recover. I have learnt that rest days are so important and are actually part of the training. I hit the treadmill during the week but then decided to face my fear and find out if running in the snow is as hard as running on sand.
Believe me, running in the snow is simply beautiful and I wish I had done it all week. Feeling the fresh snow beneath my feet and with everything looking so pretty and white was an amazing experience. Give me snow over sand any day to run on, but sand over snow when it comes to holidays.