Second 10-miler of the weekend. I couldn’t bring myself to run yesterday’s route again. So I had the brilliant idea to go run on the Salt Creek bike trail. It’s paved, and it’s been warm. It should be in decent shape, right?
I got there and the trail was still covered in snow. Strap on the Yaktrax and head out. The first half-mile or so, all I could think about was how dumb this was. I could be running on nice clear streets. Instead I’m trudging through ice and snow for 10 stupid miles. Look at the pace graph above. It was a rough start.
But then I thought “what am I afraid of?” A slow pace? Rolling an ankle? Being miserable? This is an adventure. I’ve run in the snow lots of times. So let’s forget about speed and be proud of the fact that I have the strength and stamina to do this at all.
And you want to know how much slower than yesterday’s 10 miles on the streets I ran? Zero. In fact, I was 28 seconds faster and got a lot more of out it. I love running.