Because I have no sense of timing or sense in general, I seem to have chosen to run during the thick of a snow storm that lasted… the exact length of my run.
It’s not the cold so much that’s challenging, it’s — you see the giant poof of snow on my collar? All of the flakes, dry and perfectly formed, like drawings of how snowflakes are supposed to look, fell in those dime-sized clumps.
Beautiful, until you inhale one right up your nose, every three steps.
It’s like being suffocated by frozen cotton balls that disappear, leaving behind nothing but an ice-cream headache.
Needless to say, no speed records were set today. But if Sally is right, I’m set for a while.