There are snow days… and then there are can’t-even-see-the-road snow days.
This week’s storm was the kind that shuts everything down—roads buried, sidewalks erased, and any thought of running outside completely impossible. As much as I love the quiet beauty of fresh snow, Mother Nature made it very clear: today’s miles were not happening outdoors.
So off to the treadmill I trod.
On the day of this epic storm, I stepped onto the treadmill with a plan that felt just as big as the snowfall outside. If I couldn’t run Boston’s course in real life, I’d run it the only way I could—from inside, one determined step at a time.
I logged 11 miles on the treadmill, iFit placing me at the Wellesley section of the Boston Marathon course. I heard the energy of the crowd, the excitement, the momentum that carries you forward. Mile by mile, I stayed locked in—knowing what was coming but refusing to fear it.
And then… Heartbreak Hill.
Even on a treadmill, that climb demands respect. The incline was steep, so I dug in, and reminded myself why this hill is infamous. The legs are tired. The miles are stacking up and like race day, the goal wasn’t comfort—it was commitment. I pushed all the way to the top in Newton, climbing Heartbreak Hill while snow piled up outside the window.
Boston training continues. Storm or no storm.
Miles logged. Heartbreak climbed. ❄️🏃♀️
