It is a beautiful thing to go for a run in the snow, especially bundled up in sweats, a hat, and bright pink gloves. The flakes swooped down, pelting me in the eyes. It was almost magical and so quiet I kept going beyond my normal turn-around point, ending up running almost 7 miles. The other reason was to try to burn off those 2 pieces of homemade apple pie I snitched for lunch. Snow and cold weather just makes me want to eat, even when the total number of flakes that fall is about 10.
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