I was a finalist in the spelling bee in junior high. I was one of the last kids standing but was eliminated on the word barracks. I went back and forth in my mind debating if there was an u or an a before the c. I went with u and to this day I have to double check to make sure I’m spelling barracks correctly. Since starting this post I’ve checked three times. Clearly I let things go easily.
Anyway, today we met at Jefferson Barracks for our long run. JB is a place I bike to from our house in warmer weather in order to spend time with deer.
In honor of the deer, I wore my deer hat my mom’s friend from Japan gave me 15 years ago. Wow do I keep things a long time.
I also wore my shoes with screws on the bottoms and felt a bit ridiculous as we headed down the path along the Mississippi. My shoes were very loud and seemed unnecessary because it was so clear.
And then the conditions began to change.
We did a loop of the park and then retraced our steps back to Jefferson Barracks. That’s when things got really interesting. And by interesting I mean freezing (literally–my hat and eyebrows were frozen), snow/sleet hitting our faces despite being covered, and very low visibility.
We had nowhere to go but back to our cars so we kept going. These pictures do not do the experience justice. Cars were honking at us (in support) and one car rolled down their windows to tell us (in a friendly way) that we were crazy. We know.
On the way back along the Mississipi the trail was gone. Neat. It was like running through sand. My screwed shoes didn’t make that any easier.
Finally, just before 11.50 miles, we ran up the bridge to the parking lot. I could see Robert in the distance. Our photographer is a trouper.