Headed out at 4:30 and didn't know what I wanted to do, just knew I had to run. Headed up to Davidson Mesa. The forecast is calling for massive snow and I wanted to get an easy run in before I had to run through powder or snowpack in the next couple days.
Wind on the mesa, no one out except a few people at the dog park. Kept going and talked to myself (this is becoming my little eccentric habit) and had a full-blown discussion with several people that occupy my head at inopportune times.
Headed off the mesa and even though it was still cold there was still no snow. At the turn-off I decided I could't possibly stop at 8 miles, so kept going and then decided that 9 was too short and 10 would be better.
Honestly I would have kept going except the apple I had for lunch burned out of my system hours ago and now all I can think about is a big, juicy burger with lots of sweet potato fries. Hungry runner girl.
Bring on the snow.