Last winter I had several close calls involving sidewalks that had turned to ice rinks. My face and pride were saved only by swearing, serious butt clenching and some sort of guardian angel who, by now, must be exhausted.
On each of these occasions I made a mental note to buy a pair of yak trax as soon as possible. For those unfamiliar, these are grippy, spiked shells that go over your shoes, helping you to move on ice without dying. Each vow to buy a pair was later met with me deciding that it probably wasn’t going to get icy again and/or flat-out forgetting.
Me, just after ice encounter, “Holy **** I really need to buy some yak trax asap. I’m lucky I didn’t break my face!”
Me, safely back in my apartment, “It’s already December so winter is basically half over, I’ll get them next year. Oh look something shiny!” Continue reading “Prepping for winter running… like an adult” »