The snow started a little earlier than expected this morning, and by the time I got my act together the roads were snow covered and it was coming down like crazy. I decided to get on the treadmill for today's run. The moment Kevin plugged the old thing in for me, the circuit breaker tripped. So I tromped down to my dismal damp granite cellar and reset the breaker. I went back to the treadmill and tried to test it to see if it would go, but it tripped the surge protector that it was plugged into as soon as the belt started moving. I plugged it into a different outlet and was able to start it up. I got about a mile of running in before it tripped it's own internal breaker. It allowed me to reset it, but by now I was muttering swear words and wanting to kick something. I was able to run almost another mile before it tripped itself again and started smelling like something was burning. I declared it junk and headed outside, where I should have been all along. I ran another two miles on 5 inches of light fluffy snow on un-plowed streets. It was beautiful. Why was I bothering with the treadmill anyway?
I followed my run with the weight session I had planned for this evening. I wanted to get it in early, in hopes that I can get out on the snowshoes tonight. This is shaping up to be a great snow storm here in Kezar Falls. There is more than a foot out there already, the Christmas lights are on, and I'm about to have my second cup of licorice tea.