Then I got here. About half a mile further. I did the VERY IRRESPONSIBLE, UNSAFE thing, and ran in the road (only when there weren't any cars coming). Past this point, high-knees and butt-kicks happened. Thank goodness I've been doing those drills for most of my life, 'cause if I were any more awkward while trying to work my way over the snow, I'd fall. On my face.
Around mile 3.5, I though I might seek some refuge at one of the nearby trail systems. Alas, this is what I found when I got to it:
Yikes! Not even the trails were safe! I kept moving along, getting the most hilarious stares and looks from drivers. There were hardly any people on foot at this point, and I didn't see any other runners. Ah well...I thought to myself "just keep moving and get this stupid thing over with!". I was still leaping over giant snow mounds and tip-toeing or shuffling through thick, untouched snow banks. My quads were burning, my hips, ankles, and feet were aching from the tiny movements they weren't use to over this long period of time, but my breathing was fine. My lower back was also starting to ache, presumably from looking down the whole time.
THIS is where I thankfully turned around and started heading back home. Ughhhhh!
All in all, a good run. I'm happy that I moved it from Sunday to Saturday, considering this is how Saturday night ended up, and what I woke up to Sunday morning.
The rest of the weekend was filled with "30 Rock" on Netflix and football. I made ribs Sunday evening, pairing it with some of the leftover black-eyed peas and a Shiner Bock. Harry LOVES these ribs! He paired his with a Great Lakes Christmas Ale..
The meat just falls off the bone! I'd like to think that it really sealed our easy Sunday, and my winter break.
However, I am celebrating my very first snow day in Chicago today! I got the text late last night that my school was going to close for the day. Yep. It's cold. Really, really cold. With -(NEGATIVE)45*F windchill, I'm celebrating by staying in my PJs. All day. :D
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