The long run that wasn’t. I knew this week and weekend’s running plans were going to be woefully undermet at best and more likely a complete lost (what? lost? me? Noooo…) cause. Not to be deterred or disappointed, with our trip to Mazama in the Methow Valley I knew there would be some kind of cross-training involving water – the soft, fluffy fun frozen kind. Snow, sun, and all things related to the two are everywhere ‘over the pass’ and we took advantage with a mid-day 2:22, and a whopping 285 feet of elevation cross-country ski session along Jack’s Trail in the Methow Valley.