EDIT Note: 27 January 2021 – The quality of the writing reveals the effect that prolonged exposure to subzero temperatures had on my ability to produce a narrative. Notice the disregard for complete sentence structures. Notice the repeated phrases, run-on sentences, and such.
I was having the time of my life, though. I was in the middle of a grueling, self-imposed virtual race in competition with other runners in an event called Janathon. I averaged 11 miles a day, and I ran through serious injury, blizzards, a polar vortex, and chronic bronchial infections associated with years of work inside nursing homes. I had brain fog.
I woke up to a blizzard or some kind of vortex again.
The temps dropped all day. I had a tight schedule and had to run whenever I could. I ran to a dollar store today looking for a proper snorkel. I ran to a couple of shops and no one carried a snorkel. People gave me the double-crazy look. I was running in a snowstorm, and I wanted a snorkel. I’m in a new movie called That Cashier Is Freaking Out At My Ice Beard and Weird Request.
I constructed a snorkel, tried it, modified it, and it worked. What a difference! It was just 4F when I came in, and I was fine. The snorkel fit down in my parka, and it worked. The warm air I breathed in kept me absolutely jake. But the snorkel kept gagging me. I ran through heavy snow, some places up to my knee, but mostly about four inches thick, like a squeaky Gulf coast beach in Florida.
I wore the snorkel both on the outside and the inside of my ski mask, trying out both ways. Both ways made me gag. When I got home, I noticed the snorkel ( 3/4 inch clear tubing, beer bong tubing) was partially filled with frozen spit. Disgusting! Eww!
I need a proper snorkel. I’m going to use more pliant material tomorrow. I’m going to give it hell before I give up. I ran 11.92 miles today
11.92 for day
Janathon miles : 216