So remember that run I did on Tuesday in the cold and snow?

Remember how it started snowing partway through the run and I got a little cold, but it actually wasn’t too horrible?

HA.
Buckle up.

So today it wasn’t supposed to start snowing until a little later, and even then, it was only supposed to be light snow.

A skiff, if you will.

It wasn’t supposed to amount to much.

So I leave to go running and it start snowing lightly. I’m like, okay, cool, whatev. This should stop soon. But the closer I got to the trail, the harder it started snowing. And by the time I was ready to start running, there was at least a quarter of an inch on the ground already.

But I’m stubborn as all hell, so I was like screw this, I’mma run.

And so I did.

And it kept snowing.

So I ran through 2.5-3 inches of wet snow. All 15 miles. And it was snowing these big, wet, obnoxious flakes the whole time; I had to take my glasses off about three miles into the run because I kept having to clear the snow off my lenses every thirty seconds or so.

I’m not exaggerating.

The last two miles were the worst, though, because I was back on the busier part of the trail, meaning – even in this garbage weather – there were tracks in the slushy snow which made it EXTRA HARD to get any sort of traction. It was a very slow, annoying two miles.

I got home and was 100% soaking wet.

At least my hat got cleaned, haha.