For the first snowfall of the year, I love curling up, nice and warm, and watching it come down. I like to see it slowly start to stick to the trees and the cars and the sidewalks (sometimes), in the comfortable knowledge that I don’t have to venture out in it. So where was I for DC’s first snowfall of the season?
Out in it.
You see, a little while ago I had signed up for a half-marathon, scheduled for this past Saturday. I know some people might think that’s the crazy part, but it’s not. Not really. The crazy part is that it was snowing – and we all did it anyway. And the longer we were out in it, the harder it came down and the more it stuck.
As the miles passed, I alternated between cursing Mother Nature, and actually enjoying the scenery along the C&O Canal Towpath. It took a little while, but I eventually started leaning more toward the latter (kind of a “if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em” mentality). There were several points where I actually ran with my tongue out, trying to catch the snowflakes.
When I finally crossed the finish line, I could barely feel my face. Which is probably why my first post-race smile looked like this:
Luckily, I got enough feeling back for a better shot – one that truly captures the winter wonderland in which we were running:
We rewarded ourselves with a delicious brunch in excellent company afterwards, and I came to a conclusion: if I can finish a half-marathon in the snow, running through puddles, and barely feeling my extremities, well, then I can do just about anything.
SunTrust National Marathon, here I come.