This morning, I awakened to a slow but steady snow, just as predicted. Last night I had a decision to make. I would either take my chances attempting a long-run Saturday in terrible conditions (and perhaps 2 feet of snow) or scrap the long-run altogether, given the predicted and dire weather conditions. I do not own a treadmill, or belong to a gym, so it was either run outside or not at all. Then, it hit me! What if I move my long-run up a day (usually not recommended) and run it this morning before it gets really bad?
So that is what I did. I ran a surprisingly comfortable 10 miles in mostly good footing, at an average pace of 10 minutes per mile. My blood sugar was 147 upon awakening (slightly elevated, but that's okay given what I was about to do). I ate one pack of sport beans, drank some water, dropped my basal rate to 30% for 90 minutes, and off I went. It was a great run; I really enjoyed it; it felt almost magical in spots. The snowy landscape and relative quite really was peaceful and pleasant. I saw two other runners, and they seemed happy to be out before it got really bad. When I got back home, my blood sugar was 95. Yippee!
Be safe out there on the roads. There are a few boneheads who seem to enjoy driving very close to runners, as if it were some kind of target practice. I look forward to reporting back in a few days, as it seems highly unlikely I will be able to get out on the road again until Monday--my next scheduled run.
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