I ran the hardest 3 miles in my recent recollection yesterday. It was through between 8 and 9 inches of fresh snow with more coming down. The temp was running about 25F, so it wasn't too bad, though it was supposed to drop shortly. The wind was likely to pick up, too, so I thought I was squeaking in before teh weather really got bad. I just didn't realize until I was about halfway into my run just how much harder the snow made everything. By the time I got home I felt like I'd run a hard 10K...uphill...on trails.
On the positive side, I was delighted with how it felt to be out shooshing through the powder and snowflakes feel very interesting as they hit the back of my throat on my inhales. (I had to open my mouth to get enough air on the uphills.) Also, my tracks looked fabulous!
On the positive side, I was delighted with how it felt to be out shooshing through the powder and snowflakes feel very interesting as they hit the back of my throat on my inhales. (I had to open my mouth to get enough air on the uphills.) Also, my tracks looked fabulous!