It was quite a sunny day when I woke up this morning. It seemed to be a good day to run along the Charles River. But soon I found out it was a bad decision. Although the weather was nice, the road was covered with a think layer of ice. The road surface was very slippery and the wind was exceptionally strong. (I remembered it was raining last night followed by a sharp drop in temperature.) Carrying the flag was like carrying a sail. I could hardly control where I was going. Many times I was simply skating on the road.

I fell a couple of times whenever there was a strong gust of wind. On one part of the road, even the grass was covered with ice, I almost slide into the river. Finally, I cut my seven miles run to a four miles run to prevent unnecessary injury.

I also got a donation from a lady outside my apartment on the pearl street. Her name was J.P. O’Haire.