Late last year NYC got about two feet of snow in a 12 hour period. It was on a weekend, and I was coming back from my sister’s birthday in the BK, and for whatever reason I got really motivated to do a run. So I get into a pair of 2.5 inch split leg shorts, running shoes, a Santa hat, and some gloves and I take off around my block. You may or may not have caught that inventory, but one thing conspicuously missing was a shirt. Didn’t have one. Did I mention I’d been drinking since noon and it was about 5AM?

Whatever, details.

So I have no idea what I’m thinking at this point. It’s still coming down hard with 30 mph gust rocking the snow up against my half naked body like I’m standing next to a snow blower. But I get to the corner and I make a right, then a left, then a right, and next thing I know I’ve done 9 miles through Times Square. And this wasn’t like a walk in the park kind of run, I was doing 7:30 miles on ice covered streets.

Anyway, that started a thing for me, and I’d run a second short short snow run on the day the runner Station went down. This time I added a shirt, and a flag.

So when a coworker asked if we wanted to run through the blizzard yesterday I was like “obvi, and I’m wearing my split legs and bringing my flag.” And from that point on things just got silly. We picked a route for optimal exposure (pun intended).

Video to come but the pictures below tell a lot of the story.