Yesterday's run started with icy rain, then right at the one-hour mark it started to snow. Traction was excellent, the powder blanket was actually very nice and the run was uneventful.
The exact opposite of today's run.
I don't think we took two inches of snow, but the mess that it left was about as bad as what usually happens when we get a foot or worst. The trails and sidewalks were caked over with frozen snow, they were unusable. And the two bridges over the Dulles Toll Road are set up so it's impossible to run on the roadway, you are forced to use the designated walkway... which was under at least an inch of slush. The first one happened right before the 2-mile mark (this is the Wielhe avenue bridge), which meant I was facing another 9 miles of running with wet shoes in 35°F or so.
And then, right around mile 7-ish, my headphones disconnected and refused to reconnect. That usually means that their battery is too low, so I tried to keep going. And crossed the second bridge at the Fairfax County Parkway and got my feet soaked again. That's when the fuck its won for the run, I rounded up the run to 9 miles and called Uber.
So yeah, the run ended with an Uber ride of shame. And it was worth it, oh hell yes.
Update (11/17/2018: all that excitement yesterday got me some mild DOMS. It didn't stop me from running today, but now I feel like I got my ass kicked.
