8:36 pace on the Donnelly Circuit.
Our snowfall Saturday night led me to make a few observations about my new assignment in Garson, over and beyond the fact that the drivers here really suck.
The guy who clears the snow from the Church parking lot just outside my window begins at 4am. That's an hour before I normally get up. He's loud. I think he delights in letting his blade fall hard on the pavement. And, of course, the beeping when he backs up. There's no falling back asleep after that. Observation: there is NO insulation in the walls of this house. I can hear people breathing outside.
Either the city doesn't clear the streets or sidewalks in Garson, or they figured there wasn't enough snow to make it worthwhile. Either way, my route was a combination of slush, packed ice, and mashed potato kind of snow. Soaked through feet after the first mile.
I'm not complaining, mind you - just observing. The fact that I can still run prevents me from complaining. Life is good.
Aiming to get my weekly mileage back north of 40 by the end of the month.