Dashing through the snow, on a chilly Christmas day, o'er the fields I go, slipping sliding away, Nose like Rudolph's gleamed, dripping all the way, took me 1:43 to run, 10.5 today.
OK, so I'm not a poet and I know it. I still quadrupled (at least) my lifetime mileage of snow/ice running today, after working at the nursing home, cooking Christmas dinner myself and playing snow games with the reluctant cats. |