I went for a run during lunch yesterday in the Bikilas. The traction on the cleanly scraped ice in Riverfront Park was no better and no worse than shoes. I kept a shorter stride on those parts. Traction was much better on the packed snow and I could open up a little more. The temp was in the low 20's but my feet didn't get cold. Going through the slushy parts while crossing the streets was just as treacherous as shoes but with the strange sensation of my toes squishing the gray snow while trying to get a grip.
It seems I'm always trying to get a grip in life.
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