I was reminded of a similar snowy event track event during my senior year. I'm not certain if it was March or April, but it was definitely during track season when an unseasonable winter storm hit Jackson during a charity run for Kurt (I think that was his name)--one of my fellow seniors who had brain cancer and who would pass away later that year. It was a sort of team marathon run. People would donate an amount based on how many laps an individual student or the entire team could run. The goal was to run through one day, through the night, and into the next day.
I wasn't on the track team, but I had several friends who were, and anyone could volunteer to be a part of the race. I believe (I can't seem to trust my memory) that several of my friends who had graduated the year before were there too. Thus, it seemed like a fun excuse to hang out with people and try to stay awake through ridiculous hours of the night, getting catnaps in and then running some more.
Then it started snowing. Not just a little bit of snow, but thick, wet flakes of snow that would completely coat a runner, making them look like moving snowmen after a lap. To keep up people's spirits, we ran in groups. While only one runner officially "counted" for the purposes of the laps run, we would take turns being the trailblazer, blocking the snow from the others behind (or in front, depending on which side of the track we were running as the wind was blowing mostly north to south).
It was brutal. It was glorious! It felt like we were partaking in some sort of competition with primeval forces, pushing beyond our physical limitations for a worthy, if impossible, cause.
I don't remember anything about the final tally, but I do remember the feeling of satisfaction mixed with exhaustion by the time it was over.