Yesterday I tweeted about how wonderful it was to run in winter, with proper snow. Blah blah blah. I spoke too soon. Tonight I went for run after the boys were in bed, leaving home at 8pm. Dark, cold, sleet and slushy underfoot.

Halfway round I stepped into a deep icy-cold puddle and soaked both feet right through :-( I squelched the rest of the way round in a damp state!

And yet I felt better for having done the run. I was so tempted to stop in, but I went out anyway. That has to be the nastiest running weather ever, so I have no excuse for any other evening. I am proud of myself. Every time I go out for a run, I prove my commitment to myself.