Running tip #59
Here’s a tip I just gave my high school runners. If the weather gods dump 8 inches of snow on your track, rather than complain “there’s nowhere to run,” because you don’t belong to a private gym (or a private rich high school) where treadmills abound … be like the postmen, whose motto reads:
Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.
Shovel lane one and get ‘er done!