It’s mornings like this that I know are going to be slow. There was a thin (very thin) sheen of black ice on about 70% of the asphalt that I ran on. When running on black ice, you have to lift your knees slightly higher, take much shorter steps, and land as squarely as possible, or the potential of a fall is very real.
One of the less noticed benefits to running early in the morning on a cold, winter day, is that you have a preview to road conditions. If you’re slipping on asphalt, you know that road conditions are likely similar.
Anyway, I made it down to the lake and took in the view along the way. It was pretty cold (about 25 degrees), but I was layered up and pretty comfortable.
It’s amazing to me, some of the beauty that I find at an early hour, when out on a run. I find great happiness in being the first one to create the footprints in the snow on a path. It’s like winning- but without all of the money and glory…