Then I get out there and I'm like whooooooooooooooa. What the eff is this stuff? How am I going to make it 16 miles without getting traction?
If I were smarter, I would have just sucked it up and ran on the hilly sidewalks near my house. But then 5 miles later --and 5 miles from my car-- I stubbornly kept moving forward. I kept thinking it was going to get better as it got warmer and the snow started melting. But it really made it worse. Even the geese were laughing at me as I ran by.
On the bright side, I felt much better when I looked at my splits and I could tell exactly the few miles that had longer stretches of cleared path.
I had a bachelorette party to finish organizing!
My little (and only) sister is getting married in April and she wanted a low-key weekend in a mountain cabin with her girlfriends. So we booked a place near Gatlinburg/Pigeon Forge for 3 nights. Being the maid of honor, a type A, and handy in the kitchen made the weekend go pretty smoothly if I do say so myself!
I finished rounding up the supplies for the goodie bags:
And of course running is a magic cure for everything so I headed into town where I had done prior research about a Greenway that was 6 miles long. It was gorgeous outside with the snow having given everything a light dusting and I felt pretty amazing by the time I sweated through the toxins somewhere between mile 2 and 3.
I knew we had to clean, pack up, and be out by 11am, so I scooted out the door just before 8am to go running. It was a gorgeous morning--crisp, clear, and in the upper 30s. I felt well-rested and happy to running with the backdrop of the mountains.