|My solo footprints|
In the snow.
With just my running shoes on.
Really, people? Of course I had clothes on, but no traction control helper thingys on my shoes (aka Yak Trax) or magical non-slip pixie dust on my soles. :)
So anyway, my original plan was some hill repeats but that was scraped as soon as I stepped onto the slippery sidewalk. Visions of me sliding down half the hill on my butt kept me from repeats, and going full-force down a hill. Ok, I'll take it slow...real slow.
The actual run was both stressful AND peaceful at the same time. My stomach muscles were working overtime as I was preparing to slip but keep my balance. My mind was just hoping to not slip and fall. However, the snow makes everything so serene and quiet. It was just beautiful and calm.
My shoes didn't have the greatest traction, but sticking to the "snowy" parts of the sidewalk was the best bet, as the dark "dry" parts were not necessarily dry. In fact, some of the dry parts were black ice. I found this out at around my 2nd mile...and I totally avoided a big 'ol butt bruise:
I was just running back up this little bitty hill that I had just ran down when my front foot (left) had stepped on some of that pesky hidden black ice and slid right out from under me. Instead of falling on my butt, my momentum made my right foot slide two feet forward. Now, if I was graceful and totally awesome, I would've kicked that left leg backwards into a lovely little ice skating arabesque, a la Brian Boitano. Not me. Instead I yelped, sliding forward on one leg, with arms waving in big circles to keep my balance. Writing it does not do the near-accident justice. Too bad no one took a video because I probably looked really stupid. Actually, I HOPE no one saw me. But I'm just glad I didn't fall, and I laughed after the fact. It was funny stuff. Although I shamed Brian Boitano. Sorry dude. (I'm pretty sure I did make that face, though!)
It was pretty fun being the only set of footprints in the snow most times. Looks like I'll have more chances at making a fool of myself running in the snow as the forecast is calling for 8 inches Wednesday. In the meantime I'll run on the treadmill...and practice my arabesque...