Sunday, I ran at Afton State Park with Matt and Bill. Though it was supposed to be 50 degrees in the afternoon, we ran before sunrise when it was closer to 30 and raining. We're stupid that way.
I decided not to wear anything for traction. I'm stupid that way. Matt said the first downhill slope is always the worst section. It wasn't. On the first icy uphill, he said the Africa loop would be clear. It wasn't. As we post-holed through the Back 40, he said the section along the river would be clear, as it's in full sun. It wasn't.
I fell once, on flat clear ground. My heels and achilles tendons ached from the continuous rolling of my ankles in the crunching snow. I hurt my left tensor fasciae latae muscle going down the Campground Hill. On the Meatgrinder hill, I said I was quitting before the Snowshoe Loop, as I was "Dead Meat."
On the Snowshoe Loop, apparently there was some actual dead meat. here's a photo Matt took:
I guess my day could've been worse. (Sorry if you were eating when you read this.)
Sunday Night Musings
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