Yesterday's run was a pain-free yomp through a sepia-coloured landscape; the only flash of colour was my fuschia jacket. The snow on the roads was the right kind of snow to give good traction, which was fortunate as I couldn't figure out how to get the Yaktrax on. I did manage to determine which side was the bottom and which bits went over the heel and the toe of the shoe, but I couldn't get them to go over the heel and the toe at the same time. I was afraid to be firm with them in case they pinged off the shoe into my face and put my eye out.
I'll have to ask Bassman to give it a go using his superior strength and spatial skills. However, unless I can learn to put them on myself, I'm not sure how useful they're going to be. Perhaps I'll be reduced to having my lovely husband follow me around in the car (no running for him!), acting as a Yaktrax porter, ready to leap out at a moment's notice to fit them to my feet. Actually, I kind of like the sound of that. He could carry a flask of tea and some emergency biscuits as well. But I digress...
Today I ran on the treadmill at the gym, as I had to be in town anyway to have winter tyres fitted onto the Mini. Another pain-free run, and I even structured it as a pyramid run to get a little bit of speed work in. I'd like to say that I've now begun an actual training programme for the marathon, but this feels like tempting fate. It also feels wrong and out of balance to start a training programme in the middle of a month, much like it feels out of balance to eat three chocolates, for example. (The rules are, it's either two chocolates or four; nothing to do with greed and everything to do with symmetry.)
Anyway, it would feel more right to start training on 1 January (nothing to do with laziness, everything to do with symmetry) so that's what I'm going to do. Until then, I'm just running.