It’s been wild around here for the past few days. Nemo came along and dumped over 2 feet of snow on us. The drifts were at least 4 feet high in some areas from the wind. I haven’t seen this much snow at one time since I lived in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan where it’s a common occurrence to get buried weekly.
Warning: photo dump ahead!
Needless to say I decided my long run wasn’t going to happen on Saturday. I could have done it on the treadmill but I refused. The forecast was calling for better conditions on Sunday. I do have some common sense. Instead, Cooper and I went snowshoeing. It was hard work making my own tracks in snow that deep. Poor Cooper was working even harder. It was almost like he was swimming rather than walking.
Even though the storm was fading away, the wind gusts were still enough to make the trees sound like they were going to snap like little twigs. Not good when there’s trees all around you. I decided to keep it short for safety’s sake and for Cooper. He was seriously dragging butt.
I finally got my long run in on Sunday morning. The roads were in decent shape but I picked a route that wouldn’t have a lot of traffic. With the high snow banks, there isn’t much room on the roads. It was only about 10 degrees when I left but the sun was out which felt wonderful. Still, my feet were completely numb for the first 3 miles and I was cold. I mentally made a deal with myself – run at least 8 miles outside and then you can finish up with 4 on the treadmill. As time went on, I started to feel comfortable and the deal was off. I was doing the full 12 miles on the road.
Since my route was mostly on side roads, the majority of surface was hard packed snow or granular with ice underneath. My pace was slow and I was working hard. If you’ve ever run in snow before, you know that it can feel like quick sand. I used every swear that I could think of over and over just to get myself through the last 2 miles. To keep it PG, let’s just say it sucked!
Even though the run was tough, I made it. I pushed through the frustrations and didn’t give up. The funny thing is that as soon as I got home, I wanted to go out and run more. Just maybe not that same route.
What did you do over the weekend?