It was meant to be one mile warm up and warm down this morning, with 3 quick miles in-between. As it turned out, it took me two and a bit miles to build up to ramming speed. I blame the early start. And the cold. It was absolutely freezing. But worth it again to have the city centre to myself as a running track.
Spotted on this morning’s run: all of the buildings and monuments of Cardiff empty and alone, deserted in early morning dark; small, scattered ice puddles, solid and cold, breaking up pockmarked pavements; an empty bus drifting, an empty train chugging, a full MegaBus buzzing; a crazed Coca Cola truck slaloming across paths and roads, before grinding to a sudden halt – as though the driver had been stuck in a snowdrift over Christmas and was still racing to deliver and the first few open-uppers, all key jangling, shutter lifting and light switching.