Are essential pieces of gear for running in the deep snow. Down here on Long Island yesterday's storm dumped more than a foot of snow. Not to be stopped from my long run by a mere dusting
I lined my shoes with plastic bags, velcroed up my knee-high gaiters and cinched on my new Yak Traks. Off I went into the unexpectadely bright day and began to run.
I was forced to weave between the street and the sidewalk as I kept encountering unshoveled areas. Parts of the road were very clear and I began to worry that I would damage the Traks so I tried to run on the packed snow and ice. Footing was only an issue in the loose snow.
I got to the park and took a moment to watch all the kids sledding down the hill. Fun times. Them I headed out down the trail and into the deep snow. For awhile I followed in the skiiers and snowshoers' tracks but soon enough there was nothing but virgin snow ahead of me. All alone in the woods I fought to keep my pace and to keep gliding though the snow. Looking back all I could seen were my footprints, a steady row of indents in the otherwise unblemished ground cover.
As I ran I thought about how, when I tell stories such as this, the most common reaction from others is to ask why would I run in 2 feet of snow. The only answer I could think of was that I do it because I can. And that really is reason enough.
I lined my shoes with plastic bags, velcroed up my knee-high gaiters and cinched on my new Yak Traks. Off I went into the unexpectadely bright day and began to run.
I was forced to weave between the street and the sidewalk as I kept encountering unshoveled areas. Parts of the road were very clear and I began to worry that I would damage the Traks so I tried to run on the packed snow and ice. Footing was only an issue in the loose snow.
I got to the park and took a moment to watch all the kids sledding down the hill. Fun times. Them I headed out down the trail and into the deep snow. For awhile I followed in the skiiers and snowshoers' tracks but soon enough there was nothing but virgin snow ahead of me. All alone in the woods I fought to keep my pace and to keep gliding though the snow. Looking back all I could seen were my footprints, a steady row of indents in the otherwise unblemished ground cover.
As I ran I thought about how, when I tell stories such as this, the most common reaction from others is to ask why would I run in 2 feet of snow. The only answer I could think of was that I do it because I can. And that really is reason enough.
wait, who asks you that?
ReplyDeleteand why are you down there?
and the storm hit there yesterday? I ran in Maine this a.m.
-5 with the wind chill and snow pelting my face. Are you going to ask why I ran in that? Just kidding...