3.1 miles
trestle turn around
28 degrees
trail: clear / roads: slushy, wet snow
Yesterday, we woke up to 4 or 5 inches of wet, heavy snow. Most of it melted during the day, refroze at night, then melted again this afternoon. The sidewalk and trails were okay, but the road was a sloppy mess. I ran in the afternoon and it felt harder. I prefer to run in the morning. Heard lots of chickadees, warning each other: “chick a dee dee dee dee” I don’t remember looking down at the river even once. Why not? I think I was distracted by my effort and all the groups of people and the puddles. Ran into the wind at the beginning of my run, at my back at the end. Even though it’s below freezing and there’s lots of snow, with the bright sun, and all of the dripping water, it felt like spring.
Here’s a poem I found on twitter (it’s in the latest Copper Nickel) that I love:
The River/ HUMBERTO AK’ABAL
Kneeling
on a mat,
bent over a stone,
my mother washes
and washes
and washes.
My little sister
sleeps in a basket
covered in willow leaves.
Me? I am sitting
on piled straw,
watching how the water leaves
and how the river stays.