Singer-song writer Tom Lehrer once said: “Bad weather always looks worse through a window.” I’ve spent the past 20-plus winters behind drawn curtains, trying to shut out the winter outside.
Until very, very recently winter meant scraping car windshields, driving slowly and hibernating from November through May. There was nothing pretty about the snow, the ice or the low temperatures.
And while I’m still not enthralled by its charms, I have to say that one of running’s many gifts has been a building appreciation for my least-favorite season. Last year, I met up with friends many a Saturday morning to run a few miles on pretty clear and salted paved trails.
With my new-found commitment to try trail running, I still kept my weekly date to run on the Woldumar Nature Center‘s trails. Unfortunately, it coincided with a 6- to 8-inch snowfall overnight so several of my friends who typically show up declined.
Thankfully, my friend Corey braved the weather and served as my guide since he knows the trails intimately and took us around, pointing out particularly beautiful scenery.
The run was a great opportunity to test my brand-new Brooks Cascadia trail-running shoes and I have to say that I’m in love. They feel a lot like my Brooks Ghost 7s and held up really nicely throughout, whether we were running through 4 inches of snow or an inch of slush. And they kept my toes warm, despite getting soaked.
Running through fresh snow was completely new and I felt awkward, sometimes taking such big steps that I felt more like a sasquatch than a human.
We walked little, mostly so I could catch my breath going up some nice inclines, and finished strong just a bit more than 5K in all. It was so peaceful and beautiful that I hope to both experience this again later this season and share it with more of our friends.
The running-in-the-snow festivities didn’t end there. I also had a hot date with el husbando and week 1, day 2 of Couch to 5K.
We set off through our neighborhood, dodging both black ice and deep snow. While the temperatures were still in the 20s, we bundled up and comfortably walked/ran more than two miles without falling or looking at the app on my phone nearly as much as just two days ago. And there was almost no swearing. Progress already.
Guess it’s time to fling those window curtains open and step outside once in a while. As long as I’m wearing my Cascadias.
What’s winter running like where you live? What’s the worst weather you’ve run in?