What's stranger: running in -15 temperatures, or running while it's snowing? I think it's the former but apparently Anchorage-ites think it's the latter.
Beautiful, right? Compare with October.
It wasn't even snowing that hard. Just a dusting. Anyway, I got three cat calls while running, which is an increase of infinity percent (any number divided by zero is infinity, right?). I don't get it, but if strangers want to give me a false sense of badassery, I'll take it.
This doesn't look snowy or even very pretty, but I took it so you will see it.
It is SO much warmer now that it's snowing. No more of that -15 shit. 25 degrees, baby! Like I said, heat wave! Although if it goes above 32, melts everything, and then freezes again, I may just murder somebody (full disclosure: not really).
I started my run at approximately 3:00 p.m., and it was already getting noticeably darker outside. I was running along the road to school and assumed the street lamps would come on at some point but alas, they never did. It actually didn't end up being an issue, although it was pretty dark by the time I finished. My Yaktrax gave me such impeccable traction I could hardly tell I was running on snow.
I guess running while it's snowing makes me go faster?
I think that may have been a dumb idea because now my foot tendon hurts. May have to bail on my run tomorrow because I'm the caution queen these days. Considering I have a 3-hour calculus final starting at 7:00 a.m. (oh, the humanity!), I probably won't feel like running afterward anyway.
Speaking of 3-hour calculus finals, I've got to go. At least I got one final out of the way this afternoon. Isn't finishing a final the BEST FEELING IN THE WORLD? Does that mean I'm not cut out for grad school? These are the things that keep me up at night.