Kyle.

If it wasn't for the thought that Kyle is out there in some car park doing his 90 minutes, and Henry Rono is slogging up and down Copper Mountain in New Mexico, I'd have declared a rest day. But no...

Showing true grit (aka stupidity) I stumbled out into the ice and snow. Again.

You know when you get tired and irritable? It was that sort of a run. If I'd taken advantage of Colorado's concealed-carry laws it would have been a black day. Yes, the usual. People with dogs who think they're in a coffee shop. The people, not the dogs. No awareness of what's going on around them so that TWICE I had to take evading action and dive off the narrow ribbon of hard packed snow into the chin-high powder at the side, swim my way out and crawl back into running mode while cursing and spluttering. Not that they even noticed. I'm thinking of getting one of those automatic avalanche rescue bleepers, just in case.