I missed Friday and Saturday's runs due to being out of town and occupied with Cam's hockey tournament. Sunday's run along Niagara Falls was quite nice.
This morning, I was motivated enough to get up a bit earlier. than I have been in order to get another longish run in. I was hoping to get in 15K. I was motivated to push through the sloppy conditions and try to maintain a decent pace. I was disciplined enough to stick it out and keep going even though I wanted to cut the run short after I realized I left without eating anything at all or even dinking more than a half a glass of water, plus I forgot to stuff my gatorade bottle into my belt.
I slugged it out on slippery roads that forced me to slow down. I tried to run faster when the conditions allowed. Where the roads were totally clear, I kicked it in as fast as I could but nothing felt good. I looped back home around, got to 14K and was home, and at that point felt a bit defeated so I slugged out one more kilometre at 10K race pace and used all I had left to do so. I returned back home feeling a bit less defeated but pretty tired and starting to get very pissed off at these wintery conditions that I have been so patient with. I don;t mind the cold at all, I just want some bloody traction!
I use them. The problem with them is they suffer when used on new fallen snow layered over concrete. You just can get that bite. They are however great on solid icy snow or packed snow.