Notes
I started out today's run feeling sluggish and unmotivated, and just a few hundred yards down the trail didn't even feel right in my own legs. The ground felt hard, my ankles felt like unmovable oak stumps, and my mind was elsewhere. By the time I got to the river, picked my head up, looked around at the beautiful wet snow falling, the quiet water flowing, and gentle fluff and crunch underfoot, I'd gotten out of my funk. If only I'm able to remember this at mile 77 in May.
Just took 'er easy today and did both out-and-backs with all the loops. By the end of the run I was real cold from the wet snow and brushing up against all the trees, but was happy to be running on such a fun trail making fresh tracks.