(I’m in the 5″-8″ light purple area, but our local forecasters are calling for 6″-9″)
I ran this morning. 3.02 miles at an 11 min pace. I thought I was going fast, but my new garmin informed me otherwise. I might not like him as much as I thought I would.
This is my first “two days of running in a row” since my tendinitis and immaculate conception ankle sprain of November, but I’m trying to come back smartly (and live up to my “no injuries” resolution, which, after my knife mishap, I should clarify to mean “no running injuries”–thank you Hennie for that), so I suspect I’ll be on that “every other day is a runday” schedule for the time being. Given the impending storm, I figured my Friday run would be out of the question, so I fast-forwarded that on til today, and plan to head out (depending on conditions) either Saturday or Sunday. For exercise in the interim, I will count shoveling as cross-training.
Back to the storm. Although not a single flake has yet to fall in my neck of the woods, my work is closing at 4pm and will remain closed tomorrow. The port (I work in a port) is also closed until Monday. FB status updates show that the local supermarkets are a nightmare.
I can only add one thing to his mantra: “and beer.” Luckily, we’re flush with food chez Sato, but I will have to negotiate the beer store on my way home.