I couldn't take it anymore. I had to run this morning.
It was 17 degrees, but felt warmer. The back roads are slick, but main roads are starting to clear.
Today's run was marvelous. In bright sunshine, I crunched hard snow and skipped over patches of ice. It felt great, despite the slow pace. Oddly, four miles felt like six, mostly because running in slushier parts felt like running in sand. I ran cautiously, working out yesterday's crash-induced soreness. No ka-thuds like yesterday.
I did see a car in the ditch and a towman trying to extricate it. Other than that, I saw and heard little.
Playing and running in the snow does two things: It empties the mind and makes me feel like a kid.
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