Did it.

Done. 14 miles on snowy and icy terrain (people seem to think that shoveling is a sign of weakness or something, I guess) with high winds.
Even with having to tiptoe over lots and lots of icy patches, snow, and just barely thawed puddles, and being blown sideways at times, I averaged an 11:00 pace. Not too bad. It will be better next time when I have my running partner pushing me along and entertaining me with tall tales about sheep and goats. But I did it.
I'm spent.
Plus, Libby is home after a fun weekend at Grandma and Grandpa's house. I'm pretty sure that she did not want to come home, but I did get some big hugs and kisses.