The snow dapples the roads late this year. March 2nd tells a story one day old of the first real accumulation of the season. This fluffy-white precipitation hangs on shoulders of roads as black ice also slides in spots scattered over paved sidewalks. The reminder of what the season could have been is met with some chagrin as the runner feels guilty about being happy. Happy that such mild weather, while rather offsetting in a global alignment, was conducive to great training.
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