I admit it. I really kind of had to fight with myself today to get outside and run. But, hey, it was so worth it!
At issue was the temperature. It was below freezing.
Even though I fully expect to run through at least most of the winter with lower temperatures than this, I looked at the temp this morning and was just. not. feeling. it.
I put my running gear on anyway. Laced up.
Then, I proceeded to mill around my place, finding a variety of tasks to facilitate my procrastination.
I eventually noticed it, bucked up, and headed out.
Even though we had quite a snow yesterday, the sidewalks and streets were clear. Yay!
My gear was just right, and I didn’t even go through that awful frozen-at-the-start phase. I felt pretty good.
First thing I noticed was a snow fort. Haven’t seen one of those in years, and it was awesome to see that some kids were inspired by the snow to build one yesterday. Totally cool.
As I passed the snow fort and headed along, a man approached me rather deliberately. He wanted to know how to find the soup kitchen.
Made me thoughtful about other folks’ struggles, especially in this cold season.
Even though the sidewalks seemed clear, I studied the pavement as I trotted along, checking for ice or slippery patches where the leaves were still piled up. I broke my shoulder a couple of years ago, and really don’t want to repeat that experience!
For all my resistance, the weather actually felt good. It went from cloudy to flurries to sunshine and back to cloudy while I ran. The cold made me keep on at a decent clip. It was invigorating.
I was having so much fun that I spontaneously broke out into song. Funny part was that it was my count I was singing. One thousand one, one thousand two, etc. up and down and all around the scale. Go figure.
Four miles down and I headed for home, feeling awesome.