The ice doesn’t want to cooperate.
If it was only consistent, I’d be happy. I mean, today half the route was clear and dry, the other half was slick and glazed like so much uneaten birthday cake.
You just can’t plan for that.
Grips on for a bit, grips off for a bit, slip for a bit, crackle uncomfortably across the asphalt for the other bit. If you’ve never tried running with the slip-on treads, it’s an experience that is balanced somewhere between “why am I doing this it feels like rocks in my shoes” to “ohmygod it’s a good thing I wore these or I’d be concussed and bruised.”
Just pick one, weather…
At least the temperatures were mostly comfortable. And I think I’m as ready as I’m gonna be for that race next weekend.