An “easy” three.

I did a 3 mile recovery run. Of course, someone forgot to tell Guinness that it was supposed to be easy. Since we finally got some snow (whooooppeeeeee!) she was going nuts and pulling and playing and chasing squirrels and overall making it a not-so-easy 3. Oh well. It was fun as hell. There is something pure and beautiful and perfect about a fresh snow, and this was a great day. Man, do I love living in the north.