Sweet, Sweet, Sweet!

What a strange day!  Don't tell my kids, but I was rewarded for procrastination.  I was about to get ready to run around noon, but I realized how hungry I was, not the best way to start an eight mile run.  So, I had a left-over meatball sub.  Yum!  Well, I wasn't going to run right after that.  It was a good time to do Shakespeare with Sam.  Then I had to pick up Spot's NSAIDs from the vets.  When I came out of the vets, I noticed the temperature on the time and temp display across the way said 42 degrees.  Then I noticed the dark clouds threatening rain.  I hurried home and changed in record time (for me, anyway).

I yelled up to Sam that I was heading out for eight and probably going to be rained on.  Grabbing my Garmin from the window I was shocked to see snow.  I checked our thermometer.  Now the temp was 31 degrees.  Wow!  We'd dropped 11 degrees in about 20 minutes!  When I stepped out the door I found myself in what Jamie called the "Snow Squall of Death".  It was snowing. Hard.  The wind was blowing.  Hard.  Looked like I was in for an unplanned "Lost in the Blizzard".

The sweetest part was the trail.  The warmth from the day plus the fresh snow gave me a surface my shoes sunk into a bit, but also one that I could get a grip.  Yay!  I was really running.  I headed for the hill across the street.  When I got to the road that the Fat Ass turned around at, I ran across.  I just kept going.  I think Danielle recently posted about discovering new trails.  I felt like an explorer.  The squall did die down before the 3rd mile.  In fact, there was a cool blue sky by the end of my run.

I had to make myself turn around.  I really wanted to keep running, but, my long run is Friday.  I didn't want to push it, plus it was nearly time to be starting dinner.  When I was about two miles from home, I noticed the trail conditions were changing.  I think the wind and cold that moved in actually dried out my snow.  Now, instead of the snowmobiles going by me packing the snow, they were chopping it into sugar again.  That's OK, I'd already had such a great run; two miles of slippage was nothing!  8.5 very fun miles go in the book.