When you live in the North, you have to learn to adapt to the winter weather.
Take driving for instance; if after a snow storm you attempt to drive like your normal drag-racing, tailgating, hard-braking self, you will end up sideways or in a ditch.
It's funny how people forget this every year. The first snow storm typically results in two things: motorists driving 20 miles per hour slower than the posted speed limit and/or the aforementioned sideways or in a ditch scenario.
What you eventually learn is that you just have to lay off the accelerator until the weather improves.
This is also true of running. Running fast over snow or ice has the potential for injury by way of face-plant.
Despite the high comedic effect of skidding chin first across some black ice, this usually results in an early season setback, which I vowed last March not to achieve this year -- and thanks to the Team BHI archivist I just rediscovered this vow. But it's a little too late.
This weekend I ignored conventional wisdom and attempted to recruit some fast-twitch muscles by running at marathon race pace. Well, that is to say, my goal marathon race pace of 9:08. Not my actual marathon race pace of 10:01.
Considering I haven't run anywhere near nine-minute miles since early December, this was quite the workout. I ran three erratically paced miles too fast at an 8:55 average on Saturday. Then I ran six miles with a five-minute negative split, averaging 9:15-minute miles on the second half (10:04 pace overall).
My thighs are a little sore, but thankfully I didn't end up in any ditch.