If You Can't Beat 'em, Join 'em!

Sunday was a day to quit complaining about the snow and take advantage of it.  I met Rick in the morning to go cross-country skiing.  We had planned on going to Blydenburgh, but about half-way there I realized I had forgotten my XC ski boots and had to turn around to go get them...amateur mistake.  While I went home to correct the error of my ways, Rick investigated the trails, only to determine that not only was there no plowed out areas to park, there were no trails either.  We'd have to bushwack the whole thing...not the carefree skate we were going for.

Instead, we met up at Caleb Smith, and quite honestly, once you're in the woods, you can't tell one trail from another.  They're all pretty darn scenic.

Conditions were pretty good.  The tracks were in reasonably good shape and there were plenty of spots where we could get up to speed.  An hour and a half later, we emerged from the park.  No running today, but some nice cross training.  And for once, I felt like the snow wasn't working against me.

On Monday, it was back to Sunken Meadow.  By now the the eastern lot had been plowed and I was able to park at the far end.  Someone had taken a snowblower and cut a path across the bridge, so I set out around the lot and across the moat, jumping a drift or two to get out to the road and then up to the toll booth.  From there it was my now routine loop out to the golf course and festive dance to avoid the patches of ice that dotted the road.  Heading back into the park, I did a second loop up to the toll booth, heading back the same way I set out.  Overall, I felt pretty good, with the exception of the now permanent PITA/hamstring combo.

Tuesday was rain and ice and a ton of work.  I did manage to get a workout in tonight at Chaminade, making sure I added in a few extra sets to make up for the lack of running.

123 miles down, 377 to go...