I woke up this morning at 5:30 and it was snowing. As I go to bed now at 11:00, it is still snowing. And yes, I got my run in.
I could tell you how my dreams of getting back on the track anytime soon for some fast, flat 2000s are shattered. I could tell you how the 5x10min/2min fartlek I was planning for tonight had to be moved to Friday night. Or maybe how I decided that since the fartlek was off the table I figured I would do at least eight miles, so cruised for an hour. I could tell you that upon figuring it all out, I did not make eight miles; that this was the slowest non-injured run in three years. I could tell you how frustrated and irritated I am with this winter from hell, but I will not. Well, not in detail anyway.
What I will tell you is that although this was a tragically slow run, it was probably one of the best workouts I have had in a while. Not because I was able to work on my form (I think I looked a bit like a monkey on acid dodging hallucinations). Nor because I logged some quality miles, or that it felt good, or that I enjoyed it (I actually kind of did…). No, it was a good workout because I put a fair bit of strain on some muscles that rarely see it. All those little stabilizing muscles, they earned their keep tonight. I also had a pretty sweet ice-stache, which always makes things better.
I also want to thank the yahoo in the mini-van who decided it was important to drive up alongside of me and inform me that “it’s snowin’ out.” Thanks, boss. I couldn’t tell.