"Shoes - Meet snow!"
And after a two-month lapse, a Sunday morning run was a great first step back into routine. The extra inch or so of snow that fell again last night wasn't expressly ordered but on the bright side, it did provide a bit of extra grip (or potential cushioning if my fear of hitting ice and eating the road became a reality).
Thanks to a bit of retail therapy, even the threat of -19c with the windchill didn't deter me. 'Snug as a bug in a rug' wouldn't best describe winter running, but 'briskly refreshing' isn't that far from the truth either.
In the end it was a great start to a sunny day, and left me refreshed, smiling, and thankfully vertical. It's official - I am an all-season runner.