Some say in ice. – Robert Frost
The blizzard is over, and if this is the day the world ends as the Mayans predicted, I better get one more run done.
It’s seven degrees, with a seven-mph wind from the northwest. There’s about ten inches of snow on the ground, underlain with ice. It’s the first run of the year in real winter weather.
BEFORE:
Out the window, the frozen world is deep blue sky and pure white snow stuck to everything.
Gear ideas: Don’t be afraid to dress too warmly today. Long johns.
It may not be the world’s last day, but it could be mine, hah, hah.
Random music lyric o’ the day: “Baby, it’s cold outside.”
AFTER
Even at this age, the day after a blizzard, albeit a killer blizzard, brings a childlike wonder at its beauty.
Half the street provides packed snow comfort, the other half hides dangerously slick ice.
Remembering a friend, an accomplished runner who broke her leg in about ten places on Christmas Eve a few years ago after stepping on a hidden patch of ice. Is this worth the risk?
Oh, look at the patterns sketched by the wind. Snow can look like a white Sahara. Wind makes art of both snow and sand. Fire and ice.
People in cars wave at you on a day like today.
Random book title from the memory library: Dr. Zhivago.
It probably takes some running experience to dress just right for this kind of weather. I did. Tip: Add a layer to your “middle parts.”
Poll: Run in snow, cold and ice, or on treadmill?
Final thought: World ending in ice will suffice, thank you, Robert Frost.
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