Apparently Lincoln just had a top 5 history day as far as snow goes.  Over a foot at 4pm and still snowing a bit.  I had planned to meet some buddies this morning at 630 to get some miles in.  I managed to get out the door and down the road I went.  Not 10 steps out my drive I almost got hit by a truck.  Made my way over to the Rock Island trail.

So far I had encountered the aforementioned truck.  1 jeep that was enjoying the deep snow, a branch landing two drives from me, two flashes that could have either been power lines blowing up or cool ass snow lightning, and lots of shin deep snow.  Hitting the trail I was the only one out there (except for Ryan, who was a stupid as I to be out there).  Therein lies the beauty.  One of my favorite things about winter running is getting up early and getting dibs on the fresh powder.

Now usually that terminology is used when describing people clipping into some downhill skis and bombing down their favorite ski run.  But, the same emotion and sensation there is what you get when you go across a trail covered in new snow and you are the first one to put your tracks down.  The fact that many, many people had run there before was of no consequence.  Felt new and that is a cool thing.