Well, at least I did not get attacked by any dogs this time out. And another 11 km bites the dust. Although a starving Zombie shuffling along would have probably caught up with me and had me for lunch I was so slow.
And being tired does something to my brain and my writing have you noticed?
So anyway, last night’s freezing rain (which also plagued Calgary I hear) left the roads a sheet of ice. Big surprise there, I’ll bet you thought I was going to write that the freezing rain left the roads covered in donuts with chocolate sprinkles, didn’t you? I mean, geeze, what else would water on a sub zero road do?
The big surprise was that my yak trax did not work at all. As tired as I was, I never thought to remove them until I was only a kilometer from home. I guess I preferred slipping around and using muscles I thought had died and shriveled up years ago just to stay upright. I took them off finally and I instantly had way more traction than with them. They work best on hard packed snow and act like skates on hard clear ice. Oh well. What did I expect for one of my first really wintry runs since last winter? I think I’m getting excessively senile, otherwise why would I be surprised that winter is frikken cold and that I’d better dress for the weather if I’m going to run? Or maybe I am in denial. It can’t be winter already can it? All I see ahead of me are countless days and nights training for an early spring marathon in the dark and freezing bitter cold. I think I am an idiot. Or something that so resembles one the difference is academic.
Well, I think I will go rest now and lick my wounds in some dark corner somewhere. Until spring. Until next time, keep running. Even if it hurts.