running: the dawn

Ah finally, a good early morning run.  Feels so amazing.  Well, now it does.  Not so much at 5:14 when KT texted me to see if I was awake and ready to run.  Luckily I was still able to be ready to roll when she pulled up to my house.  We had an easy 3-miler on the calendar, but decided that we could both handle another mile, so we set out on the 4 mile route.

This is when things got interesting.

And by interesting, I mean dangerous.

And by dangerous, I mean slippery.

While I had been waiting and assembling all of my running gear I heard no less than 6 snow plows go by my house.  Now, since I live in the world’s ninth smallest town (totally made that up) I know that there couldn’t possibly be that many separate plows, which means that it was probably the same one doing laps or figure eights, or something else to entertain himself.  Needless to say the streets were very clear of all loose snow.  What remained however, I’m pretty sure was more lethal that what had been removed.  We literally skated through all four of our miles.  There were a few places that remained untouched by the Zamboni, oh I mean plow, that made us feel safer and more sturdy of foot.

Poor KT.  While we were rounding one corner, she lost her footing and ended up on her rump.  Ouchie!  That will definitely bruise.

Besides all that the run ended up being more successful than either of us thought it would.  We hadn’t run together since last week (maybe Wednesday?) and so had much to catch up on.  There was chatting all through the first half and we didn’t even realize how fast we had been going until we were both breathing much harder than normal and decided to slow up the pace for the last two miles.

Oh and by the way, by the time I drove to work, all the roads were fine.  The ice turned to slush/water and there were no slippery spots.  Of course.