Greetings from the Midwest! As you might have heard, it's cold here.
But cold or no, I had a 16 miler to run this week, and with a snowstorm expected to hit tomorrow, and the hotel fitness center thermometer locked at 300 degrees, I decided to brave the great outdoors and run long today. At first, this proved difficult.
Normally, that white stuff is a combination of concrete and lake. Today it was neither, which made the first (and last, since I ran an out-and-back route) 2 miles of my run somewhat treacherous. Eventually, however, I reached a long stretch of the Lakefront Trail that was free of snow and ice (and most other people), and I was able to run 16 miles without fearing for my life.
(Except for the part where I accidentally ran a little too far South, where the trail borders the real murdery parts of Chicago. Don't worry Mom; it was daytime and I'm fast).
After my run, I had only enough time for a quick shower before I had to head to a lunch meeting with clients, all of whom were then exposed to post-long run hunger. You weren't going to eat that bread/French fry/porterhouse steak, were you? Great, thanks.