Last night, while I was watching all the pretty flakes accumulate, I started to dread my long run. I had planned 18 miles. Even thought about 18.6. Maybe 20.
Forgot to charge my iPod so brought out the phone for the run (thus the rare photos I took today).
Here's what the trail looked like heading out. A really pretty morning for a run.
Of course, sometimes the signs ahead are an omen. Though about 5 miles of my trail (10 out and back) were cleared, there was a lot of snow for the other half of the run.
As I was nearing the western part of my out and back, I took notice of the street signs. Around 35th street, I wondered if I'd hit 42nd. (Running geeks know why).
So it was a little bit of a shock that Forty Second Street was right at my half way mark. Weird.
Where I took my almost frozen solid GU. Yes, gross.
After another 10 miles and 20 miles in total in 2:49, I needed more fuel.
So scarfed down a homemade turkey burger with a fried egg, guacamole and this little forlorn looking mango-strawberry-yoghurt smoothie wishing it was a pint of Guinness.
52 miles on the week.