It takes a certain something to run in the snowy cold.
Today (Jan. 6) as I write this it is in the 20s F and snowing, the first dusting of the year in Brooklyn, making the footing slippery, if not treacherous.
Twenty -- or even ten -- years ago I wouldn't have thought twice about suiting up and going out. After all, in New York, unlike Toronto, when the snow files the cars stay parked. Roads are plowed and relatively clear of snow. (There is only an inch or so of accumulation on the sidewalks.)
But now, in my sixtieth year, I'm a little more circumspect, wary of injury. My knees, my groin, my hamstrings, ankles are much more susceptible to strains or injury than they were in my youth. So I have to be smarter in order to run for my life, as my longtime blog pronounces.
So I go to the gym and run on the treadmill until the snow is gone. Snow-covered winter running is a risk I feel that I shouldn't take. Those are the cold, hard facts.
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