Snow Run 2010


It was brisk that day; a mixture of not only cold, but wet, with a gusting wind, and foreboding overtone. Not a day for a run. Not a day for much of anything really. We were undeterred.

Our shorts were just that. Our arms, bared. The flag? Majestic.

We’d go over six miles that day, weaving our way through city streets blanketed with course salt and freshly fallen snow. We never really felt the cold, the sleet, the stares – only the pride. GBA.

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March 10th, 2010 at 11:18 pm

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