It was more than just a wee bit of a tad chilly out there this morning. To be fair, I was up very early. About 6:00 am, which is early for me any day of the week. Not that I went out at 6:00 am. That would just be silly and way too dark, but at 7:30 it was still a degree or two colder than I am used to.
I realised this as soon as I opened the front door. My usual long-sleeved shirt with another t-shirt on top wasn’t going to be enough, so I shut the door and added another layer – leggings under my trousers and a zipper hoody type thing over the t-shirt. It was still cold, but I had to account for the fact that I was probably going to get quite warm once I started running.
For once, there wasn’t much wind down on the seafront, although the storms of the last week or so had left their mark. It was sad to see so many of our lovely beach huts battered, blown away and in some cases completely destroyed by the storms.
The run itself was nice though. It was good to be running on the flat and I enjoyed the absence of my iPod as the waves crashed on the beach. There were quite a few runners out too and everyone seemed quite smiley and happy running up and down the promenade, exchanging nods and greetings of “morning!” between gasps of cold sea air.
I was pleased that I managed to set off at a slower pace than my last two runs and avoided having to take a walking break, but I still haven’t quite mastered those negative splits yet – although I partly blame the fact that it was a bit slippery underfoot.
As I reached the end of the run, I was tempted to take advantage of the slippery surface and do an impressive sliding finish, but stumbled and almost toppled sideways instead. I don’t think anyone saw me, which is probably just as well. Perhaps I’d better just stick to jogging slowly like everyone else.