In the bleak midwinter...

Well, at least in Tromso it wasn't actually snowing, and there wasn't that stupid Crystal Palace hill in the way. Struggled to run in today - very cold, and the onset of snow as I ran through Anerley, although somewhat amusing, can't have helped. Nor can going out for a beer with a lady of the internet last night, particularly as she went to the wrong pub to begin with, leaving me stuck on my own with a beer. (The whole not drinking thing really had the kibosh put on it on the 21st, when I went to the Oval with Jason and had 4 pints, then felt deathly all of Sunday).
Anyway, 17.36 km in 1:26 and a bit; slower than last week, but I put that down to not eating properly. Raced a bloke from Kennington up to Waterloo but he took a lot out of me by choosing the right route across busy intersections, whilst I waited for traffic to stop and lost ground. Boo.
On the other hand, have a new jacket. And it's very shiny, too. Slightly more comfortable than my Race Face top, which was beginning to be composed more of dried perspiration than polyester. Yum.