The Run

crunch, clunk, sniff, sniff, swish, crunch, crack, sniff.....these are the sounds of the icy, cold, run this morning where there was hardly a feeling left in the feet by the end of mile 1, thus the sound of shoes clunking on the icy pavement. The nose dripping like a faucet but freezing before it could be blown out; icicles forming on the eyelashes, what on earth is going on!! By the 5th mile there was some sense of warmth returning to the toes, only because the wind was now coming from behind, the fingers still had no blood supply. The sun, rising above the horizon, made an attempt to warm the earth unsuccessfully. Speed was on my side today, an 8:48 pace, knowing that if I slowed down I'd probably freeze to death before reaching my goal of a tri! It's March 8.... need I say more?