Went out for what was supposed to be my 7-mile run... and a snow squall hit at mile 3.5. The skies went from totally clear to ominous, and this much snow fell in the course of like 2 minutes. It was a total whiteout, could hardly see in front of me. Luckily, 2 other runners in all black came by, and the 3 of us ran together back to our cars. I didn't get my 7 miles, but I got my fastest 4.5 miles ever and a great story! I texted Trainer Mike from the car (once I could feel my fingers) and said "I am not cut out to be a runner!" and he said, "Who else BUT a runner would have been out in that snow?" Guess I'm a runner now!
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