I ran 12 arduous miles Saturday (uneven snow + vertical) and skied Sunday, and ended the weekend with no running-specific pain, which considering the stresses my feet and legs were under, is a relief.
The proof is in the pudding: what I'm wearing on my feet and/or doing with them when I run, is working.
In retrospect I should have skied Saturday right after the snow instead of Sunday, but at the time I thought it was going to be breezy and nasty.
But it was still good, and I went on recon in search of remaining powder.
The story with the photo below is that I snagged a pole on a sawed-off sapling sticking out of the snow. This was when I realized I needed to watch out so I didn't catch a ski, and when I realized that without my skis, I was sinking into the snow down to my thighs. Note that my skis are in the snow halfway, and they were not touching the ground.
I crawled the 20 feet uphill on all fours to get the pole, very gently so I wouldn't break through the crust. It was easier than lifting my legs out of thigh-deep holes in the snow.
When I got home, inversion was in full effect, and the entire area was under a silvery haze. This turned the clouds on the horizon to a pale bright blue. This photo is from a bit closer so the effect is diminished, but the color still comes through:
I'm glad to have the snow, but down here on the plains I also wouldn't mind some warmth and dry trails for a change. Coming soon.
