This goddamn artic weather is testing everyone's resolve to keep running around here.
On Monday we got so much black ice that I almost landed on my ass just trying to cross Northshore Drive. And we were starting a 5-day streak challenge on Strava, and almost lost it because runs tagged as "treadmill" weren't allowed. #kissmyass
On Tuesday almost everything was clean, but we still had enough random ice patches to make it stressful. Then we got icy rain on Wednesday.
Today? Everything was dry, close to 100%, and I still managed to trip on a fucking asphalt patch on a perfectly dry piece of paved trail. Hell, it was almost level too. The funny thing is that either I was very awake when it happened, or maybe I am starting to get really good at tripping on sidewalks, because this time I didn't land on my hand, instead I sort of did I roll and my right shoulder/arm and flank took most of the brunt of the hit. I sat on my ass for a few seconds to count my blessings and I went on and ran another 9 miles.
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