
The morning after Christmas, Boulder got a bit more snow - just to top off the postcard-like landscapes. Immediately after, the skies cleared up and the Sun shone brightly. What better excuse to go for an epic run? Out went Wendy and I - Wendy is running again! Her workout being shorter than mine that day, we parted ways after 30 minutes.

Undisturbed snow on trails provide an exhilarating experience - all the more so if it's in great terrain. So up Shadow Canyon I went, intimate, shady, covered with undisturbed snow, and steep.
A loud bird added a soundtrack to the run. As I approached the crest of the Flatirons, the view toward Golden was graced with layers of breaking clouds in the Sun. South Boulder Peak was its usual beautiful; the Continental Divide had a garland of clouds. To the North, Boulder sunbathed.
Fern Canyon turned out to be a new kind of "running" for me: too much snow, too much slope - half the time I was sliding on my glutei maximi (a new way to exercise them!) and half the time I was "skiing" on my feet, trying to maintain my center of gravity very slightly backward so as not to tip over face first into barely hidden rocks. I did get my foot caught into a fallen tree once and did tip over face first but was lucky to land on snow. It was so much fun!!!!

On the technical side, I am learning to increase fluid intake enough to compensate for sweat rates. I was "overly successful" and easily exceeded my target of 25oz/hr as I ran out of fluids after 2h20 and 70 ounces.



