The small bit of the so-called “blizzard of ’09” that Southwestern Pennsylvania got happened last night and today. It was beautiful. There were temperatures in the twenties, and the snow was flying. I shoveled the drive around 2pm. It was nice to be out in it.
I was struck around 4:30 or so to get a run in. I geared up (including my new headlamp!) and went for it. It was fantastic. The snow was all over the place. It was a bit slushy and slippery, but overall really great. It felt a lot like running in sand or something. The plowed bits were kind of intense. There were piles of snow about knee-high that I had to jump over (which made for an eventful evening), and usually when I made it over the pile of snow, I’d be running in 6 inches of powder with slush under it.
At about mile two I passed a house with a small child, two adults and a dog playing in the yard. The chile yelled “HI RUNNING MAN!” to me as I went by. It was great. The adults in the yard laughed, I said hello back and though how great it all was.
One really beautiful thing happened. It was getting darker each moment as I ran. When I would breath out the headlamp would catch the steam from my breath and the falling snow would look iridescent. It was quite wonderful.