15K on Sunday morning at Quiet Waters Park in Annapolis, while a nice snow started falling.
Initially there were a few flakes as we were getting ready to run. Then nothing. Then as we were around the 3 mile mark, miniature snowballs started landing on us. I wanted to look at them through a microscope, or at least a magnifying glass, thinking of Rachel Carson's quote, "Some of nature's most exquisite handiwork is on a miniature scale, as anyone knows who has applied a magnifying glass to a snowflake." Later, great big fat sloppy snow kisses landed on us. It was awesome.
I'm still sore. I haven't taken any naproxen.
And I'm still not out-running my fork. I've put on winter weight. Too many nachos, too many pizzas, too much ice cream and cheesecakes. I put on a pair of pants this morning that usually have a bit of a sag in the butt and are almost too long, but now there is no sag as the material is stretched across my wide behiney and thighs, lifting the length from the floor as I flow outwards.
I joke to people as I get older - and our spines compress, causing us to get a bit shorter, that I am melting, melting into a pear with feet.
On another note, there was supposed to have been a Snowy Owl sighted at Quiet Waters the day before our run. I was hoping to see it. No such luck. I went for a walk before the snow, before the race and here is what I saw:
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