I just got back from a crazy, fun run around the neighborhood. Northfield got socked today with four inches or so of heavy, wet spring snow. It's still falling now, and it's an absolute mess out there.
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This being the last day of my self-imposed "150 Hours of Winter" contest, I had to get outside to enjoy it. And I did. The running was surprisingly easy; I just stuck to the tire tracks in the road. In 30 minutes, I only saw three cars, so I had the roads and streets to myself. There's a stiff northwest wind (gusting to 20mph), but with the air temp being so high - right around freezing - I felt fine. I even had to take off my mittens.
And the weird juxtapositions were wonderful. Every sewer drain was ringing loudly with meltwater, even as the snow piled up on the curbs. Any low point in the road surface was a secret puddle - an inch of water under a skin of ice and snow. Splash! The powerlines are turning into nice white ribbons, casting wide linear shadows on the roads. And the airborne snow was lit up like a trillion stars by every stray beam of light - from street lamps, from my own headlamp, from houses' bay windows, from passing cars... Amazing. If this was my last winter workout, it was a memorable one.