Yesterday I forgot to do my squats. Doing double today should teach me my lesson to NOT do that again. Ugh.
Since it took 3x as long to drive the one mile from work to my house, I decided not to drive the additional mile to the trailhead. Ran out and thought I'd get 8-10 miles at dimple dell. When I got to dimple dell the snow was deeper than my injinjii socks are high (which in my boots is quite high) and after a quarter mile I realized that I didn't have time for this, so I hopped back onto the sandy rail trail (paved) which "only" had 2-3 inches of snow.
It's hard to describe having your eyelashes freeze together, and only forcing them apart every-so-many-steps to identify what general direction you're heading. The snow melted on my face and froze. Eventually I tried to wipe it off, but it had frozen into a jagged sandpaper and I realized I wasn't going to get it off without removing a layer of skin so I left it. Even still I relished in the quiet flakes- snow is the silent, deliriously peaceful murderer.
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