Despite the warmer temperatures yesterday, the Sand Run path was still an ice flow. Martini and I took about 42 strides before ditching the path for the road, which was only treacherous in that it was dark, we weren't wearing reflective gear, and the road is narrow and winding. Those allergic to death by car impact would not have enjoyed this run.
Because our footwear was actually suited for this kind of surface, Martini and I galloped at a comparatively lightning pace: 8:40 per mile when it was all said and done. We made mean faces at the oncoming cars to let them know we meant business and that we were not just two morons playing in traffic, which we actually were.
Sand Run Metro Park gets its name from Sand Run creek, a tributary of the Cuyahoga River. Sand Run crosses Sand Run Parkway. This ford is exciting to splash through in a car, but poses a problem for those on foot. (The park path has like a bridge over this troubled water.)
During the Akron Marathon there is a temporary bridge placed over the ford for runners to cross. All that Martini and I get is a series of wet stones to step on and pray that our shoes don't slip. This is especially challenging when it is also nighttime. A mid-run bath is not desirable when the temperature -- relatively warm though it was -- is dropping.
Running sounds so much more exciting when there is threat of death or hypothermia.