|And of course, I can't find any of those pictures now. (Via.)
But hey, that 14-mile run isn't going to destroy itself.
The worst snowfall of the week was scheduled for Saturday morning, when we normally do our long runs, so Fleet Feet arranged for a make-up run on Sunday. The sidewalks were completely impassable, so the store devised a route that wound through suburban neighborhoods where we wouldn't have to worry about running on the streets. (Mostly.)
And it turns out those suburban families had been busy that snowy week. A crowd of snowmen were hanging out in the front yards, ready to cheer us on.
|This one had a mustache, so we had to give ourselves mustaches. Naturally.
|Be the snowman. BE the snowman.
|We're smiling because we're not thinking about the 12 miles we still have to run.
Thanks, snowmen! Your support pushed me to finish my 14-mile run ...
... which, since my longest run has been a half marathon, means I broke my distance record today. Not bad for a blizzard day, huh?