The Enthusiast begged and pleaded for us to delay our run last night until this morning. She was exhausted from work and didn't want to face the rough running conditions. After a hemming and hawing session, I agreed.
The snow started falling like crazy at about 2 p.m. yesterday and still hasn't stopped. If you want my opinion, it would have been easier to run last night, but I understand her reasoning for the postponement.
We got up before 6 a.m. to get ready and were out the door by 6:30. (Not being a morning person, I move like a three-toed sloth when forced to awaken that early.) The early part of our run was surprisingly easy, as someone had kindly snowblowered a long stretch of sidewalk that morning and the night before. After that first mile, however, the snow deepened.
We got between four and six inches of snow last night, with a couple more on the way. The Enthusiast at one point told me she felt sick, like she might throw up. I wondered if she wasn't sick, but rather nearing the Puke Threshold because of the extra effort needed to run in the slippery conditions.
Snow is tricky that way. You think, 'Oh, it's not so bad,' but then your legs start burning from exhaustion and it takes you twice as long to go half as far. Running in the snow is tough. Your feet slip and you end up working much harder to move forward and stay upright. The good news is that it also makes you stronger.
First run of the Enthusiast's training plan is crossed off. We're on our way. Cheers!