Whoops. Sorry about the false start.
We didn’t get the three feet of snow some of southern New England received, but enough for some amazing conditions. I didn’t get a chance to snowboard. I did enjoy some amazing trails on Hoka, buried under a foot and a half or more of fresh powder.
I finally ran four days in a row. I wouldn’t call all of what I did running, per say, but I was moving. And sweating. And hooting and hollering, with glee. We don’t have to worry about where to put multiple feet of snow. So when we get a big dump, it’s strictly playtime.
Me and Aggie hit the trails. She is hilarious in deep snow. Often, she was buried up to her shoulders, trying to swim to stay afloat. Needless to say, both girl and dog are spent. My quads and calves are about to go on strike. Today is a rest day. But I’m back at it with a pre-work 4 miler first thing tomorrow. Yay, 5:30am wake up call! Ugh. Those trails aren’t gonna run themselves.
Thanks for running with me,
P.S. I haven’t forgotten about the 50k announcement. Nothing like a little suspense, right?