It was unseasonably warm in the DC area todayâ€”I believe the high hit 60 degreesâ€”which was perfect for my 12-mile run today.
Not so perfect was that with all the snow we had last week, I ended up having to regularly slow down and dodge huge sheets of ice. All that speeding up and slowing down gets old, and it’s hard to really find yourself in a good rhythm. Ah well.
Afterwards, though, I was doing a calf stretch and staring up at the sky and thought to myself, “My run may have been rather bleah, but it sure is a beautiful day.” And that it certainly was. It made all the frustration almost worth it.
(Meanwhile, we should in theory be getting more snow in about 28 hours. Yeesh.)