The windchill at daybreak was -17 degrees Fahrenheit, its cold. I finally remembered out how to layer correctly, my fingers didn’t freeze. My wife gave me a real cool Adidas beanie for Valentines Day to keep my head warm.
It felt like I was ten years old, cruising through the Poor Farm Meadow blazing a new trail. The snow is fresh and crisp. It’s sturdy enough to keep the wild turkeys from breaking through but not this heavy-weight under-trained runner. On the return the fun continued as I stayed on the side of the road scaling snow mounds. An occasional rock wall presented itself as an edgy challenge to inline run and bound to a four foot drop. If only every run was as much fun at ten minutes per mile.
Training: am, 14, 4.0M, Snowshoes, 40 minutes 146 AHR