I see his point. The conditions are grim. Snow is falling in front of the clubhouse, and not that fluffy, festive stuff: this is spiky, nasty sleet-snow that has the 70 or so of us on the starting line hunched over and squinting. The ground underfoot is not so much waterlogged as just water, which the sub-zero overnight temperatures have crusted into ice in places. There’s a course under it somewhere; we just can’t make it out. Wind, ice, snow, rain: a full house of inclement winter conditions. We’re here for the Second Sunday 5, the monthly five-mile (8km) cross-country race across Wimbledon Common in London, staged by Thames Hare & Hounds.
“Proper cross-country weather,” says a chap alongside me, eyes glinting. He’s wearing lightweight shorts and a singlet, and…