Until last weekend, we'd only had one little snowfall, and it was just a dusting. I never thought it was possible to have an entirely snow-free bacon season, but it was awfully nice while it lasted. 2019 presents a weirdness factor I haven't had in many, many years - and that's a decision about whether to run based on the weather. Whether it's my age related mellowing, or injury paranoia or something else, I seem to have lost the hunger for bacon. More on that in a minute.
A fun, easy 8-1/2 on the previous Saturday. So nice not to be thinking about the knee every step. I ran through the new trail again. It's still rough and will be messy when it's wet, but it's still fun to go through the woods, even if it's only a half mile long. Not many trails around here. Deer tracks. Flirting with 8 minutes miles.
Been feeling the need to ramp up some miles before training starts. My official build up was supposed to begin yesterday, and I wanted to be fully up to snuff by then. 5 miles on Monday, 4 on Tuesday, 5 on Wednesday and 6 on Thursday for my birthday. You've read about the ultras who run a mile for every year? Sorry, but I'm good with a mile for every ten years.
The meteorologists had been tracking our first real snowfall last week and Saturday was supposed to be the big day, with 3-6 inches and plenty of wind. Not a scary storm, but since they haven't had anything to report on in almost a year, they were understandably excited. We ended up getting about 4. Enough that my snow blower got a decent workout. Discovered that all my gas cans were empty, but I was able to get through almost all of it before I had to go old school with the shovel.
And I didn't run. Knowing I was going to skip Saturday, I did my long run on Friday, 8 miles. There was some ice on the back end of my loop that made the footing a little dicey, but it wasn't a bad run. On Saturday I stayed home and watched the white stuff come down. I'm trying to be OK with that.
On Sunday we FaceTimed with Mac and her new fiance` about wedding plans and then had my birthday dinner and cake with friends.
Yesterday was spent in training for work. The sun was brilliant and the temps were certainly reasonable for January, but as I checked out the sidewalks and neighborhood streets on the way home, I saw too many uncleared sidewalks and too much ice on the roads. So instead of trying to run on it, I stayed inside, ran up and down the basement stairs for 30 minutes. Figured that was at least as interesting as a treadmill and I didn't have to drive to Planet Fitness and re-sign up to use the dreadmills.
It's been three years since I stepped on one of those things. My plan is to go slow, after all. Still freezing, so the ice/snow will be as it was yesterday, but 40 and rain tomorrow. Then it will get cold again and more snow after that. (How am I even thinking about that again? Someone talk me out of it!)