Posts tagged with "snow".
While many folks will tell you that you can’t really honestly convert your training miles based on road conditions –that a klick is a klick is a klick no matter what’s under your feets– after twenty seven klicks on the sloppy trails yesterday morning, I beg to differ. Yeah, many of the walks had been shoveled or plowed, but this merely meant that conditions ranged from anything including (a) that thinly glazed lightly pebbled ice that is nearly invisible on a seemingly clean sidewalk, (b) the not-quite-even trail through a foot of snow created by a hundred previous pedestrians that seems like a path but really isn’t, (c) those I’m crossing the street for a few steps at an intersection and navigating between ruts, slick, sludge, or puddles while watching for oblivious drivers, or (d) the we plowed the roads after we plowed the sidewalks and the roads won mess of uneven dirty clumps with no other route around kinda snow. I fell asleep on the couch waaaaay too early for it to have been anything but a tough run.
It’s been snowing for four days and according to the radio meteorologist, we’ve already broke the November snow record or the average or some other meaningless statistic. Either way, 30 cm (aka, a foot for you imperial folks!) Six rounds of shoveling. Two seasons-worth of hiding indoors and binge-watching “How I Met Your Mother” on Netflix. All I know is that that sidewalks are treacherous, shoveled or not, and my training is taking a cautious look out the window and wondering what’s the bigger risk: not running at all and losing a bit of my training… or running and risking a fall, sprain, twist, pull, slip, bout of pneumonia, or frostbitten toes. I think I’ll be going to the track to run indoors tonight.
I don’t mind winter running, but it’s the transition BACK to it that sucks. According the the radio this morning the forecast for Sunday morning (just at the same time when my long runs start to get into those really daunting distances again) is a hair above zero degrees Celsius and snow. That’s right: Sunday’s looking to be twenty long kilometers through light flurries with a good chance of long pants, mitts, warms hats, and shoes with extra grip. That coffee at the end is going to taste extra good but I guess summer really is over. Next question: who’s coming with me?
We dashed through snow that had been all but undisturbed, fresh and still falling, virgin footprints on a fresh white blanket both cold and crystalline.read the full post ⇒
It was snowing, but only lightly. And the camera, fully charged with the extra boost of the optional battery pack plugged to it’s backside, was set to snap a completely random photo of whatever happened to be in frame, every five seconds.read the full post ⇒
I have a plan for all these feets photos and it goes something like this: each day, one picture.read the full post ⇒