Running with Jorge

How I wish I could post a blog today so uplifting and full of careless gaiety that it would put a smile on the most disgruntled face amongst you. How I wish!

I woke up to horizontal sleet on a biting west wind, another dire day gifted to us this weekend by Jorge. But nothing and certainly not a Spaniard was going to stop the Meadows Marathon, Half Marathon, 10K and 5 K going ahead. I caught up at 10:15 with some of the runners in the Marathon. It was so bitingly cold that I feared for some of them developing hypothermia, especially the mad runners with bare arms and legs.
With a different set off times for the various distances, there were runners in all sorts of running gear from full Arctic survival gear to females with shorts and short sleeved t shirts running past the Dower House windows from 10am until 4pm.

The cold defeated me when I thought to go for a walk in the afternoon once the sleet had stopped and a weak sun had put in an appearance. It was so uncomfortable in the icy blast that I went no further than Tollcross before throwing in the towel and retreating back home, not that the Dower House was a warm haven given the army of draughts circulating throughout.

With my feet on a hot water bottle and Wildwood’s blanket over my knees, I am fantasizng about the hot shower that awaits me later and my cosy bed.
Spring? Bring it on.......fast!