The perfect snow run

As I was going to bed I made the decision to run this morning. I knew we were expecting snow, but it was unclear when it would hit. So I figured I would see what the weather was like when I got up. When the alarm went off I took a peak out the window before making my final commitment. Everything was clear, though it was very cloudy. Those low thick clouds that make mornings look red. But it wasn't enough to keep me from turning on the coffee pot and pulling on my tights. Off I went.

It was cold out, actually really cold. But not bad enough to make me turn back and no flakes at all. About a half mile into my run, that changed. At first very slowly and gently, but soon it picked up and was coming down pretty good. I stuck to the roads as I had more traction there and continued on.

As I ran on it kept coming down, beautiful and quiet. It was a great run because of the snow and I never had enough that stuck to where it was slippery. It was the perfect snow run and I loved every minute of it. I saw a few others out there who were loving it as well, or at least I thought they were. As I crossed the canyon it was so cold that the snow was piling up on the water, I think the fact we had no winf helped out with that also.

Tomorrow will be a wet run, if I decide to do it. We'll see.