A blizzard is not necessarily the ideal time to run. Especially a blizzard with thunder and lightning, which is what came over New York Sunday night. The next day, however, is perfect. It’s all about the layers, the trail shoes, the two pairs of socks and ditto gloves.
The unplowed streets were calmer than I have seen them in my years here. Dogs, kids and sleds ruled. After helping to push a few cars (pointlessly) I hit the park. I tried running on the Bridle Path alongside the cross country skiers. This turned into a brutal 5-minute session of ‘high knees’, as the snow was –yes– knee high.
Surprisingly, the roads in the park had been swept. It was crisp, cold, windy and lovely running for 8 miles on the thin lawyer of snow. The trick is to run lightly and watch where you’re going. Focus and move swiftly, while you feel the ground and trust your feet. It was a bit like running on loose sand. But going barefoot seemed like a bad idea.