Yesterday I set out on a run from Scoutland after 5 or 6 inches of fresh snow. The wind was making it feel quite cold, single digits. The snow was over top of a mess of conditions. The previous warm temps had made lots of mud and puddles as well has some areas that were slick ice. My microspikes bit on very little. The snow came down light, with very little moisture, but below it became wet with the mud and puddles. In real cold, you don't expect clumping on your spikes to be an issue.
I was complaining very loudly in my head about all of it, whining even. Great, now I could add plunging into water to my list of annoyances. I couldn't even get the clump on my left cleat to break up. I had to take it off to whack it on a tree. It was still a battle to free it. I thought about how I always say I never regret the run once I'm out there. Hmph!
Something about the view then reminded me of one of Scout and Squirrels runs probably 10 or 11 years ago. The snow we were breaking trail on had this beat by at least a foot. We were doing the Beautiful Loop, not some little 5 miles with home right there. It started me thinking about many of our runs. Where had that Scout gone? We embraced the shitty conditions. It made the run that much more epic. Scoutland to Triffittville we didn't even really know where we were half the time. Sigh.
While this reflecting was going on, I was getting miles done. They were still shitty, but I found a little perspective. I'm going to have to channel that Scout. I need her for my training and completing of RRR. All buckle. Find the fun.
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