I did it again.

In 34*, drizzly weather, I put on my capris, hat, and rain jacket (not the super big one this time) and set out for my run.

For the first 3 miles, I had freezing rain mini-balls pelting my face. I could see them bouncing off my jacket. It made me smile.

Then the freezing rain started to shift to snow. By the time I had about a mile left, the snow was falling like a heavy curtain. Big, heavy flakes. It made me giggle.

I ran 5 miles, and I did it at a pretty good pace. I was a bit wet by the end of this weird run, but it was a fun one.