I was surprised by the number of people who were out running in the crazy cold yesterday morning. I saw quite a few within a mile of the parking lot but by the time I was a couple of miles into the woods, I seemed to have the trails to myself. I stopped to stretch my calves and took a moment to look around. Snow was sifting softly through the trees and I smiled to myself and thought “man, I sure do hate snow.” Running when it’s snowing is like running through cobwebs that never stop sticking to your face. Ick.
C’mon Spring! I. Am. Ready!!