Sand, snow, it’s all the same to tired legs.

We got to run while it was snowing, which was beautiful and fun, but the paths around the lakes had not really been cleared, so it was like a few weeks ago, and running on the snow was just as bad as running in unpacked sand. I was just FOUL. I spent most of the run fighting with DAWG, as well, so I was pooped by the time I finished. I feel fine now, and I have a sneaking suspicion that my runs this week will be fabulous. I got a crappy week out of the way, now it’s time for the pendulum to swing back to the good side. We took a few pictures, but posting them might mean I would have to walk upstairs. Hmm. No pictures, I say. So, with our weekly champagne celebration of even the worst runs ever, here’s a toast to accepting the tao of running and realizing that really great runs have to have really bad runs to balance everything out.