An hour later, after calming her down to a manageable level and helping her through her math and Spanish work, I finally sprung from the back door. The snowstorm had picked up and it was almost laughable to be heading toward the track to run. At the traffic light a couple hundred yards from my house I debated turning around, going back home to change into my jeans and heading to Grumpy's to wait for Mark and Dan--since I was pretty sure they would be done running by the time I got to the high school anyway. "No," I thought, "I need to earn it."
It took a few minutes to drive across town since the DPW seemed to be sitting out this storm and the roads were a total mess. As I rolled slowly down the hill in front of the school, I could see that Mark and Dan's cars were still there but they were nowhere in sight (out running the roads) so I parked in front of them and headed over to the track to run circles in the snow until they came back. I got in two and half miles before they showed up on the track, then another mile or so with them before I felt like I had enough call it "not a zero" in the running log and we all headed to the pub for some beers and food.
That's an honest day's work.
On Friday I got out for a quick 7 after the snow stopped and before I had to head to a meeting. Not a great week mileage mileage-wise but at least I never gave in. With a solid weekend I'm back on track.
And also, this happened: