Running in the sleet

I’m pretty proud of myself for running for nearly an hour today in the 20 degree weather, though my pace was nearly a minute slower than normal (I was taking smaller, more careful steps so I did not bite it on the ice). The streets are a solid sheet of sleet, and nothing’s been plowed or sanded.

A friend recently described me to someone else as “she is a runner!” and I have never thought of myself as any kind of athlete… but I suppose it’s kinda true these days.