With Thursday's snow behind me, I went back to Sunken Meadow to do a loop out to the golf course and up to the toll booth. I set out hoping maybe the boardwalk was clear (ha!) and instead turned around and cut across the unplowed parking lot. Snow was about up to my knees and as I was nearing the main road I was huffing and puffing pretty good. I hit the snowplow pile along the road and immediately sank up to my waist. I fell forward, landed in the road, rolled up onto my feet and kept on going. It was truely graceful.
At lunchtime today, I dropped off a pint of blood at the donor center in Melville. Actually ran into a fellow runner friend doing the same thing and we joked to see who could fill up a pint faster. No idea who won as he was still waiting as I was leaving. Not sure why I'm donating in the middle of marathon training, but he had a theory it makes your body recover stronger over the coming weeks. Sure, why not...I'll go with that.
108 miles down, 392 to go...
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