After a mild dusting that cancelled pre-planned weekend shenanigans, it would only make sense to run on a trail I've never traversed sans snow. So there we were in Lincoln Woods at 9 AM, understandably misunderstood by the plowmen as they told us to come back in half an hour when the trails would be plowed. Don't worry, said the runners in breathable shoes, ankle socks, and shorts and a golden retriever to boot. After high kneeing it uphill in snow, it became apparent that:
A) We should have listened to the plowmen
B) I am not ready for the Polar Bear Plunge come New Year's Day
C) Ice skating in rental skates half a size too small that qualified for AARP membership definitely does not help your feet
It definitely is nice to mix up locales since at this point I could run Providence blind folded.
Spotted: a team of runners exchanging a sledgehammer "for extra weight", when asked.
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