This morning I went for a run in the snow. My friend and hoped the bike path would be plowed but it wasn’t yet. It felt like running on sand. My calves were burning by about the fourth mile. But it felt good to see our town blanketed in white. Of course we passed the requisite crazy Boulderite- this time in the form of a lady running through the snow with two dogs, pushing a jog stroller.

When I got home I looked like this:

Those are huge clumps of ice/snow on my eyelashes. Would it be obnoxious to tell you that we felt pretty hard core after running 6.7 miles through a snow storm?