Beautiful morning. The sky's ablaze. 10 runners and a dog slowly making their way on unploughed paths and snowmobile tracks, stumbling and slipping on the uneven surface, breathing sighs of relief when we get to ploughed roads again. Frozen air heavily sinking down to the lungs and building igloos out of noses, perches for small crystal birds out of eyelashes. We look at each other and laugh; there are many bearded ladies in the group today. But the freezing cold does not discriminate. The men are covered in ice too, eyes almost disappearing under thick white eyebrows.
21 kilometres followed by yoga for runners. Not a bad way to start the weekend.