Posted by simon on 12/5/2006 on simon's blogA beautiful long, easy run on Sunday: two hours plus, very slowly in parts as the snow was a foot deep in places.
And what snow! Light powder, the kind that makes that fantastic crunchy sound as you run through it, and sparkling in the full sun as if it had been studded with millions of tiny diamonds. It was cut here and there with the tracks of small furry animals. Off the main trail there were hardly any human footprints.
Easing up the most dificult climb of the route, I passed a string of three women runners. "I can't believe you guys are talking all the way up this", I said as I edged past. "Where do you get the spare breath from?"
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