I went running today for the first time in just over a week. I'm really trying to do some running this winter (never really done this before) so I can run a spring half-marathon. We had a surprise snow storm that cancelled school on Thursday, but today was warmer. When I set out to run, it was 30 degrees.
I can only describe the next mile and a half of my run through the snow as equivalent to an inebriated middle-aged, out-of-shape David Hasselhoff running in snow versus the sand. I was the antithesis of gracefulness. It was twice the workout. Fortunately I run so slow on normal runs that my running time was not that far off. I'm sure as I was slipping, sliding, waddling, and hurdling through snow and small drifts I was using muscles that are not normally use. I bet I'll be feeling it tomorrow! Nonetheless--I did it!