I’ve run in merciless heat, in hail and into a freezing-cold lake, but I’ve never run while it was actively snowing.
Until today.
I pushed this weekend’s 7-miler to today because yesterday it was windy and sleeting. When that finally cleared up, I had lost my motivation to run and was deep into booking New Zealand hostels and shiz.
Today’s run started out slow because the trail was quite slushy. I shuffle-jogged my way through for the first few miles until I hit Westlake, where the sidewalks had been salted and were just a little wet. Hallelujah!
The rest of the run was slush- and slip-free. I did have several snowflakes go up my nose, but I survived.
I’m very happy with my farthest run since the marathon and am glad I got in done despite the snow!
I feel hardcore-ish. And prepared to spend the rest of the day in my cozy house. : )
Dev on Running 