“It was like running through mashed potatoes.” -My girlfriend, taking about how much snow was on the 5k course we ran this morning.
It’s been snowing in Chicago since last night so there were a couple inches on the ground that impacted our ability to run at a good pace. And by run at a good pace I mean she ran while I alternated between a languid saunter and an ambling fox trot.
The course did a kind of figure eight around Diversey Harbor. We were told to dress up festively, we didn’t. However one person wore a full body gingerbread man costume. It was unintentionally horrifying. Ω