So goes the policy of the school district in which I teach. I had to get into "snow day mode" Friday morning which includes dropping off the kids at daycare and the wife at work. Because our overpaid meteorologists claimed that the storm wouldn't arrive until about late-morning or early-afternoon, I'd be able to get a run in before I had to report. Note the foreshadowing.
Policy clarification: On snow days, teachers don't have to report until 10am. I could get my run in, get out of my running clothes and continue my day.
I park in my space, grab my Adidas bag and head into the school.
"Ah, Starbucks is right across the street. Get a Starbucks, read the paper and get this run in tomorrow."
I head back to my car to put my bag in the trunk.
"If you don't run now, you'll probably skip the race."
I head back to school.
"Race? It's a virtual race. Just hit the treadmill tomorrow."
Back to the car. Repeat the above a couple more times both in the parking lot and outside my office. How I got a job to influence young minds is beyond me.
I finally settle on putting my gear on and I head outside. It's completely still. To me, it always seems like this before a big snowstorm. I can't tell you why, it just does. The starting gun sounds a lot like my Garmin and I'm off like a shot!
Mile 1 - A good 1:00 under my normal 5K pace. Is that a flurry? Mile 2 - Still a good :45 to 1:00 under. Since when was 8:15am considered "mid-morning"? Mile 2.5 - The rest is uphill. I should be getting gassed, right? Mile 2.6 - Why did you even think that? This is gonna suck. Flurries just turned into snow. Mile 3.0 - I could easily throw up here. Then I'll get myself a Starbucks! Mile 3.1 - A NEW P.R.!!!! 24:15.