Ice Road Truckin'

We had a beautiful blizzard yesterday, and like a lunatic, I decided it would be a grand idea to go for a 6 mile run. My rationalization: people ski in blizzards, and running is much safer than skiing. Not to be overly dramatic, but it was horrible. Well, the first 4 miles were fun. It felt kind of high-adventure to be out in the snow all alone, and it was so crisp and quiet.


But then I hit the wall, I hit it HARD. Every step was a chore, I was slipping and sliding all over the road, the snow was actually piercing my eyeballs, and it felt like I had every single muscle in my body tensed for the entirety of the run. Seriously, I realized at one point, that I was actually flexing my toes to try and grab the road better. It wasn't that I felt too tired to run anymore, but I felt emotionally exhausted. Like the weather was actually beating me down. I made it home, though, and after a hot shower and quick crying jag after realizing that I will never ever ever finish my thesis, things started looking up.

So then, I did what people do in a blizzard: ordered tons of Chinese food, and hunkered down with some pals for the night. In a rather resourceful turn, we made Piscolas with snow (since ironically there was no ice in the freezer) scooped up from the mountain of snow on the front porch. Toxic? Maybe, but we enjoyed it.




Today I enjoyed a short run, and some much needed sunshine.

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