By day three we had a decent covering on the ground. I ventured out on the singletrack and discovered we had just enough snow make any large sticks or branches on the trail impossible to see until they caught my toe and sent me tripping forward.
This is why I'm a runner and not a ballerina.
At some point on day three there was a little snow/rain mix and then the temperature dropped. As in sub-zero dropped. By day four I was running on slippery snow-packed sidewalks in a -10 degree windchill. I was kinda wondering if this winter stuff was really as fun as I remembered.
|I finally had to add a second hat to this look to avoid "brainfreeze"|
Again, this is why I'm not a ballerina.
On day six I finally realized I would much rather be skiing or riding my bike in the snow. Duh. Skiing on a lit trail is so much easier than trying to run on ice in the dark!