Snow Day Shenanigans

6 miles

The winter storm we'd all been preparing for came to fruition last night and throughout the day today, blanketing the entire state with more ice and snow than it's seen in quite some time. That meant virtually every activity involving driving was canceled today, including the team's meet at Chapel Hill and my shift at Run For Your Life. Jordan and I planned to spend the day inside reading, watching movies, drinking cocoa and otherwise enjoying being snowed in.


Fixing up some hot cocoa in his robe and slippies

But first, of course, we ventured out for a run. Jordan may have spent four years dealing with these conditions while at Brown, but as a lifelong Southerner I'm still captivated by the novelty of winter weather. Neither of us were too concerned with pace or distance, so I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to take some photos of the white landscape while meandering around a familiar route. Just after leaving the house, we made an impromptu decision to trek down to Run For Your Life and pay the staff a visit. Though most of us had been called off, a few brave souls would still be purveying footwear despite the inclement weather. It took right around three miles for us to reach the store after detouring down the bike path and past Freedom Park. We saw a few other runners, nodding our mutual respect as we passed, but for the most part the only folks outside were kids and families who were playing in the white stuff.


Mythbusting in Freedom Park

Surprisingly, RFYL was bustling when we arrived at the halfway point of our run. I'm thinking it speaks volumes for the expertise of the store staff if people are willing to risk their lives for footwear, right? Is it too obvious I'm angling for a raise? At any rate, we spent several minutes chatting with Tim and Ben and enjoying a warm break. Once we'd worn out our welcome, it was time to hit the streets once more and return home to settle in for the long haul. Snow days might grow boring after a while, but when they come this few and far between they're a rare treat.


You can barely see the bike path beneath the snow.