Running in the Snow
It snowed here in Seattle; five to six inches on the ground this morning when I woke up. It still hasn’t melted. Seattle usually gets a bit of snow once or twice a year, it stays for at most a week (ignoring that one year when I was young that it lasted two weeks) and then melts. I have not run in snow like this before, but I did not want to break my marathon training, so I ran the scheduled four miles anyways. It was snowing as I ran and ice collected in my beard and leg hair—I was wearing shorts because I do not like to run in pants. This last summer, when I hiked the Pacific Crest Trail, I hiked around 500 miles in solid snow, and close to 1,000 miles with at least occasional snow. I am used to walking on the stuff. As I rounded the last corner before reaching my apartment a woman yelled out “You’re hardcore!” Funny, it felt pretty tame compared to what I did last summer.
