Pre plow, post plow, pass plow
In the beginning there were no plows. Snow covered the earth. The only trace of the run was the line of prints trailing off behind. The runner felt the peace of an early morning and saw that it was good.
Around mile 5 a deceiver in the form of a benevolent public works department asked if he wouldn't like some better footing to go even faster, some clear pavement to run on. The runner thought that this would be good.
And for the the final 4 miles, the runner heard the loud clinking of chains on pavement, the screech of metal rubbing asphalt, and the obnoxious fumes of puffing diesel. He constantly ran from one side of the road to the other to avoid being plowed himself.
And instead of pavement, all he got was sheen and slush for him to slip and slide. Poor runner.
9 miles @ 8:04 pace. 139 HR.
Around mile 5 a deceiver in the form of a benevolent public works department asked if he wouldn't like some better footing to go even faster, some clear pavement to run on. The runner thought that this would be good.
And for the the final 4 miles, the runner heard the loud clinking of chains on pavement, the screech of metal rubbing asphalt, and the obnoxious fumes of puffing diesel. He constantly ran from one side of the road to the other to avoid being plowed himself.
And instead of pavement, all he got was sheen and slush for him to slip and slide. Poor runner.
9 miles @ 8:04 pace. 139 HR.
posted by Andrew at 5:47 AM
2 Comments:
Have you tried screw shoes?
Or treadmills? It's supposed to rain soon and wash it all away. Eric has some good ideas too.
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