Proving yet again that life is out to get me (actually, I’ve got it good. Very good. Better, indeed, than my friend the Giant Head. Who I love like a brother, despite the dark cloud that follows him around. But I digress), I stopped at the Kingstown Rail Trail tonight on my way home. Took some pictures, but haven’t downloaded them or posted to Flickr.
Anyhow, there was a goodly amount of snow still on the rail trail. Enough to let me know that if I’d taken the easy thing yesterday, the sure thing, that I’d have gotten the XC bug out of my system for another winter. But no, I had to go tilting at windmills, and try to get in some hard-core backcountry posing. After a day with a high around 40, there was not, however, enough snow for me to ski tonight. Almost, but right out of the station, there was a stretch of about 300 yards without snow.
between you, me, and the fencepost, I should have skied anyway
So, I stripped down to my skivvies in my car yet again, pulled on much fleece, fired up the iPod to catch the end of the BBC’s “The World” Technology podcast, and headed on down the trail. The run was pretty good. Running on the combination snow, asphalt, and somewhat crusty ice was good for form, overall. If I was striking my heels on the soft snow, I felt like I was going to have my feet slip out from under me and I’d fall on my tuchus. If I was pushing off too hard, my feet were slipping out from under me, much like the Road Runner between the “Beep-Beep” and the “bz-twang”.
But when things were just right, well, they were just right. 4.2 miles total, 37:51 total. Miles were 9:01, 9:26, 9:19, and 9:16.
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