I have two to offer:
First, my last two runs were in the late PM, just as the sun was sarting to fade. I loved how , even though my bare feet were cold, they weren't numb. I knew this because I could tell quite clearly how damn cold the pavement was. I could tell as I went from pavement that was on a north slope and hadn't seen any sun and was HARD cold, then as I came over the hill to south slope path that had a nice bit of residual warmth that brough it up to almost reasonable.
Another was one of those Whoa! moments. I had followed the path on my way out, but coming back I took my customary shortcut over a little rise, and was crossing some crusty snow, only about 15 feet wide, when my right leg went through and down..and down until I was stuck with one toe pointing straight down and still not touching ground and my other perpendicular to it. I got out after a bit, but by then had lost most of my momentum.
Anyone else have any Winter Wonder moments?
First, my last two runs were in the late PM, just as the sun was sarting to fade. I loved how , even though my bare feet were cold, they weren't numb. I knew this because I could tell quite clearly how damn cold the pavement was. I could tell as I went from pavement that was on a north slope and hadn't seen any sun and was HARD cold, then as I came over the hill to south slope path that had a nice bit of residual warmth that brough it up to almost reasonable.
Another was one of those Whoa! moments. I had followed the path on my way out, but coming back I took my customary shortcut over a little rise, and was crossing some crusty snow, only about 15 feet wide, when my right leg went through and down..and down until I was stuck with one toe pointing straight down and still not touching ground and my other perpendicular to it. I got out after a bit, but by then had lost most of my momentum.
Anyone else have any Winter Wonder moments?
