Where did this cut-up leg come from? Snow. Yes, that's right, snow. I went for a run, just like any other day. Considering it was 60 degrees outside, I wore a pair of shorts. All was good and well until I reached a particularly shady spot on my running trail. It appeared the snow wasn't quite gone there. But it wasn't until I broke through the surface and discovered myself nearly waist deep in the snow that I realized just how weak the sun really was.
Despite the battle wounds, I felt just the tiniest bit adventurous and, dare I say, badass climbing my way in and out of piles of snow in shorts and a T-shirt. It made the snow, and the run, just a bit more bearable.