Another snow storm and it’s not yet officially winter. Not a back breaker this time, but nearly a foot, enough to disrupt things. Got in a light 6 miler in the middle of this, a primer for Saturday’s national club xc race. The snow is falling , the traffic weaving and sliding, and the winds swirling; but was in tune with the steps and strides along the snow cushioned sidewalks and side streets.
As I said, a nice primer for Saturday morning’s maelstrom through the rolling soft wet paths through Bethlehem, PA’s cornfield. The giant field of masters harriers will be a thundering herd of Buffaloes ready to run you down. Imperative that I find the peace in the middle of that stampede. Focus on a runner or two and maybe their singlets, and the rest of the noise and movements will slow down and silence.