Due to the public (Facebook) inducements of Coach Mosby, I dragged myself out for an afternoon run in the pelting snowfall after Pam and I colluded to sleep in and skip the early morning run-in-the-rain. That meant I ran in wind and snowfall at 2:37 p.m., which meant running up and down hills in my neighborhood, leaping over chunks of snow-covered ice. Cars that drove by featured drivers who were clearly astonished or laughing uncontrollably at my absurd gear (ear muffs, neck scarf, and ski goggles). Sometimes I felt like I was running in slow motion. I probably was.
I found the running to be quite difficult today - thigh muscles in the back finally complaining after nearly 35 miles logged this week already. But I did squeeze in my 5.0 (and possibly an additional 5/100ths in an attempt to ensure the true 5.0). I limped up the snowy ice-encrusted lawn and lunged through the front door. You'd think it was my longest run to date! (It most certainly was not.) But I did it and I'm glad.
Wondering if Pam got out there or not.